"Holt! Hey, hey- it's like.. man, it's late, huh?" Gavin stared at the time on his phone. 11 PM, that couldn't be right- he'd just checked a moment ago and it was 10:30..
"Sorry, I'm super fuckin.. god, I'm drunk as shit man. What are you doing? You're not still at the station, are you?"
Holt? The detective's eyes widened comically at the unexpected abbreviation of his name. Not to mention how candidly Gavin was speaking to him. Such interactions were usually saved for the likes of Officer Chen. Not that Holton made a point to notice.
Looking aimlessly around his apartment, then down at the stack of reports resting on his lap, Holton found himself almost at a loss for words. "It might surprise you, but contrary to popular belief, I have a life outside the precinct. Where are you?"
"You just don't seem like the type to do anything but work. You're like a machine sometimes." Gavin laughed to himself.
"What? Oh- I'm at the park. Thought on my day off I'd bar crawl and relax. Fell asleep while I was out here though. Still drunk, in the dark, but I think I'll survive this one." There's a sound over the phone as Gavin shifts and lays back down.
"I've got a full bottle of whiskey left, probably gonna save it for a while."