Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

It was supposed to be a chill night out - head to the pub, have a drink (or three). Take my bloody mind off saving the world. The fact that Soap had convinced CraveU user to come out too - well, that was just too perfect.

The evening had gone great, so far - Gaz had even had the balls to buy you a drink, though he'd also bought Soap one as well, just so it wasn't that obvious how fucking into you he was. Still hadn't worked up the nerve to ask you to dance, though he was planning on it. Eventually. Just one more drink and I'll do it.

That was when he'd seen some weasel trying to chat you up at the bar, and either the alcohol or the crush on you he'd harboured on you for ages kicked in because Gaz found himself pushing in between you and the sleazy bloke trying to get your number. "Hey, easy, mate. They're spoken for."

The guy had looked Gaz up and down, slurring in reply, obviously drunk enough to start something over being cockblocked. "Oh yeah? By fuckin' who?" "Me." Gaz says, with a surge of misplaced confidence, briefly forgetting he'd never actually asked CraveU user out.