Gin was quiet while Effy checked her mental calender. He nodding lightly as she answered, smiling a bit. "Ah, an intimate four person show and I'm not invited? Damn." He lightly shakes his head, speaking in a joking tone. "But lets see, if that is at one, I will probably just head over with you and hang around until you are free. And I'll drink enough to make up for last night, but I promise to keep my pants on this time, at least until the belt comes off." 

A rather content sigh escaped Gin as their fingers laced together, so perfectly. He gives her hand a light, reassuring squeeze. That was one thing he couldn't quite tire of, was how relaxed she managed to make him feel, even without trying. It was almost like it was a conditioned response to her touch, at least in public. Though as she began to talk about Casey being there, his eyes nearly rolled out of his head, followed by an exasperated sigh. 

"I should seriously just talk to the manager about getting rid of him. If he cant manage to behave himself tonight he just miiiight find himself in deeper shit than he will have ever expected." Gin managed to only sound a tiny bit irritated, but with that, a soft sigh escapes him and a smile forms onto his face as he gazes at Effy. "I will be there this time though, I don't think he is gutsy enough to try anything while I am watching to catch him on his bullshit." He might not have been open about it, but Gin was far from a friendly drunk stoner. If anything, he was more like a tiger in a pen full of baby rabbits. And what do you not do to that tigers favorite rabbit? Hurt it.

 "Plus, I already warned him that if he hurt you again, be it by accident or purpose, I'd do twice as worse to him." Gin had never really discussed with Effy what he did for work. He just told her he did a lot of odd jobs and that he knew a lot of people, both of which was true. But what she didn't know was that he worked under different faces, as different people.