Gael grinned right back, a little more roguish than usual. It wasn't often he threw off the prefect role. Not because he didn't enjoy being reckless, but because he felt responsible for everyone. Tonight, though, he didn't think he needed to worry. About anything.
And Gael wasn't going to try and protest. He was just gonna sit back and enjoy the ride.
"Got a head start, huh? Wish I'd thought of that," he said as he accepted the bottle, taking a decent swig of the drink.
Handing the drink back, he wiped the back of his hand against his mouth thoughtfully. "I danced with Jan first, then a couple of other people..." He shrugged. "Not too many. What about you? You look like you've been having fun." He grinned again.
"I try dude, I try. That's your pet Sophomore, right? The one with the.." He tried to imitate her hair before laughing at himself and took the bottle back, giving it a once over before violating it properly with a swig of his own.
"Blonds dude. So. Many. Blonds. They should have their own house - and get this. I touched no less that five pairs already! Girls are just swinging them out there like it's Mardi Gras!"
He rolled his eyes a little at TJ. "She's not my pet, man. I grew up with her."
At TJ's proclamation, Gael couldn't help but laugh. "Really? They all just bared their chests to you?" He held out his hand to hopefully get the bottle again.
"Am I allowed to touch her boobs?" TJ knew the answer and passed the bottle back over. "Because if so I'll lay off it."
He was still grinning and made a motion as if to 'reach out and touch faith breast' "They were everywhere, like... like a buffet at a casino or something!
"You have noooo idea" TJ grinned, the liquor was starting to very much get to him, and his laughter came easier than before. "When I die, I'll sleep on a pillow them. Yup."
"Oh like I wouldn't win." He laughed, taking the bottle back for another sip.
"Noooo man no. It would be in heaven! Why would I care where I put my head when I was dead? Huh?" he was laughing fairly hard by now and had to take off his glasses to wipe off the smudges.
"Yeah, you know you wouldn't." He grinned, handing the bottle back.
"Oh!" Gael laughed loudly, smacking himself in the head. "I thought you meant you wanted to like, have your body put on some girl's chest after you died!"
"So you say now but I could pull some sweet moves if I wanted~ and if it's over true love~ who knows?!?!"
"Why would I want to do that? I'd like... rot and go all zombie and eat her! Boobs-" TJ started, leaning forward enough to pass the bottle, "are not to be ate."
"You could pull all the 'sweet moves' you wanted, but you still wouldn't be able to take me on."
He accepted the bottle, fighting back his laughter to take another drink. "I don't know, man! That's why I was confused! I agree, boobs should be appreciated and revered, but not eaten."