By the time Effy had finished speaking, Gin was already to his feet and making his way to the dryer. He reached in and pulled out his warm and fresh smelling shirt, groaning happily as he slipped it on over his head quickly before moving to grab the wet cloths Effy had thrown. He tosses them into the dryer and starts it before quickly skipping over to the kitchen counter. He grins as he grabs his ticket and carefully tucks it into his wallet before stuffing it into his back pocket. He was pretty excited about leaving, now he just needed his shoes...

And there it was. He watched Casey barge in and slam the door behind himself. Gin didn't like how the apartment shook, or the horrid smell that he brought with him. A silent huff escapes Gin as he eyes Casey wearily, especially as he asked for his velvet ticket. Nearly instantly Gin wanted to clock him upside the head, Casey knew how much he valued his ticket... and he dared asked for it? Sucking in a sharp breath, Gin suddenly stands straight, lifting a hand to run it through his hair as he gives Casey an intense 'You better be kidding me' look before speaking.

"Why do you need my ticket?" Though he appeared calm enough, there was a heavy underline of aggression. Gin normally wasn't an aggressive man, but this was one of his buttons.