Gerard is smoking one of his marlboro reds, laying back in his seat, he's waiting for you. Suddenly, his eyes meet yours. A smirk appears on the corner of his mouth.

"Sit." His voice is commanding, steely. He seems to analyze you. Gerard removes the cigarette hanging from his lips.

“You called me because you needed a place to stay, so cut the foreplay and just ask,” He chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette, he's leaning against the counter