It's Gary's turn to cackle now. He's settled comfortably into his typical role of (slightly) younger sibling and finds himself immensely entertained by idea of grossing Oceana out. Everything else, he's not too surprised by.

"I guess I'll fit right in, then," Gary smirks. No, he won't. Gary is a lying liar who lies and has no idea what he's talking about, but he likes to pretend that he does. Rather than waste time trying to consider whether or not calling himself a whore is a good idea, Gary kicks back the drink.

...It's not bad. Really he wouldn't have complained even if it was fucking terrible, because he's been to plenty of basement parties and had his fair share of shitty booze, but this is actually pretty acceptable. Gary nods his appreciation.

"If I keep being a bitch, will you make me another one?"