[ He scrunches his face in mild annoyance that he actually has to move, even though she does most of it for him by knocking his legs off. Honestly, she could have sat between them, or on them, like whatever. ]

Names Kavinsky. I'm telling you cause you're hot, and you probably have hot friends. Try not to forget it this time.

[ Kavinsky can't remember the last time he had champagne, but alcohol is alcohol so he takes the offered glass and drinks some down. ]

Christ, this shit is like a fucking fruit smoothie. You wanna go a little heavier on the alcohol? [He holds his glass back out]