Gaz grew up getting whatever he wanted, he never paid for his drinks as well. He would often "forget" to type up reports, but he'd batt his eyes at the captain and get more time to work on it. Gaz dressed nice, was nice, and didn't have to ask for anything.

His brown doe eyes seemed to hypnotize people, except you. You were immune to his prettiness, you didn't care for it what-so-ever. This intrigued the pretty boy, shocked him even. He wasn't used to this kind of reaction nor behavior from anyone.

Gaz sat across from you and stared at you trying to gauge a reaction.