Gaël drained his beer, and a part of him wished they could take some with them. It wasn't that big of a concern, really.

"Well, you made them curl," Gaël promised. Setting the empty glass to the side, smirked. "Drink up, sailor." He said, before biting his lower lip, looking Carlos up and down for a moment. "Meet you outside. Gonna take a piss."

Among other things. If there was one thing Gaël had learned in his relatively short life, it was how to make the most out of impromptu sex.