"I'm... not sure how I feel about this..." Gaz started, glancing to the side. But he couldn't help the smile that was growing as he warmed up to the idea.

"Well... I guess if you asked you can't go running to Price about your ass getting handed to you." He smirked, shooting you a mischievous look. He removed his ballcap, tossing his phone and keys into it as he set it down.

"If you're still up to it, that is."