team no selfie

FAHC Gavin whose at a deal, in full Golden Boy mode, all smiles and sharp wit. One of the boys are with him, acting as bodyguard, but Gavin doesn’t think he needs it. The deal is going wonderful, splendid, the other guys are eating out of the palm of his hand. Gavin is about to tie the deal up in a neat little bow when he sees it.

An unholy screech comes out of his mouth, setting everyone off, guns raised and on red alert. While they are looking around for the threat (eyeing each other, was this a trap?), Gavin prances (fucking prances) over to where a kitten is and scoops it up. Cooing and smushing the cat against his face, phone raised to snap a selfie.

The boy that’s playing bodyguard (most likely Ryan or Michael because Jeremy can’t make too much a deal of it when he does the same thing only with dogs) just. Facepalms. Because of course Gavin would pull this shit during an important meeting. The asshole can’t help himself.

And Gavin feels no remorse. Not when the other crew demands an apology (or a favor from the Fakes. Which. Geoff would laugh in their face if he wasn’t so busy fuming) for almost causing a shootout. He doesn’t even look sorry when Geoff and Jack pull him aside to chew him out for potentially ruining a big deal or worse, ruining his reputation.

It doesn’t help that Lindsay fist bumps him and demands the pictures Gavin took so she could squeal about it too.