Trevor is completely blind to the look. Part of him wants to crack up when the guy approaches, because he could probably use his head as a damn armrest if he wanted to.

"You're gonna... pull your next drink out of my ass? Okay. Give me one second. Just one second so I can muster up the perfect shit for you."

Staring at him, waiting for that first hit 'cause he's more than wanting to get into a fight tonight. Even if it's with someone vertically challenged.