#convo: patrick

[owcnsallow]

To be fair, Vivienne had said “have fun”. But her version of fun must’ve been this testosterone fueled nightmare he found himself in. Still, he saw some familiar faces. And some faces that were pissy about how much money they’d spent with him behind the bar. It was all going well until one sore loser took a swift right hook at the bartender, sending him quite literally ass over tea kettle. Getting up, he felt someone grab his face to get a better look at him and held his hands up, shaking a little. “It’s good, I’m good. It’s what we’re here for, right?”

@patrickpendrix @colt-kaine @mathiascain

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[theblackfamilysheep]

🎉 - patrick

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

The only good thing about the evening was that Patrick was there. His parents were forcing him into going to one of their fancy work parties for the new year. Some bullshit about a ‘strong family image’, he probably would have but up a huge fight, but in a surprising move, they’d agreed to let him bring Patrick. Probably thought it would make him cooperate more and it helped that they definitely didn’t know what his relationship with Patrick was. 

Now that they were at the party and Sirius had gotten him and Patrick a few champagne flutes (it was honestly easier to get alcohol underage at a party like this than school parties), he was feeling like the night wasn’t completely a bust. There was a camera going around grabbing snippets of the party for the news, and Sirius really had been trying to behave. But with a nice buzz going and a misplaced comment from his mother about how he’d been too close with Patrick all night and ‘maybe we shouldn’t have invited him, people will get the wrong idea’, Sirius decided he was done playing nice. 

So by the time the countdown came around and Sirius saw the camera circling again, Sirius grabbed Patrick, kissing him as the clock struck twelve and flipping off the camera for good measure. A new year started off with kissing Patrick and pissing off his parents all in one go was a great start, he thought. “Happy New Year, Patrick. Thanks for coming, but you might want to head out before the explosion starts.”

[owcnsallow]

@patrickpendrix @mathiascain

Owen had gone underground, hiding. It had been a little over a month, and he’d been able to use his JustStans to keep his pockets lined. Vivienne was furious but when someone had sent the video to his Peeper account, he’d wanted to hide for a little bit. People had likely sought him out, but he was good at disappearing when he needed to. Today, he was perusing for his own apartment. He could afford it now, saving money from taking photos and from tips, he had enough saved to really get out of Le Bordel and suffice himself with something decent. But he was interrupted from his search for a knock on the door. Sighing, he shut his eyes and simply said: “It’s open. Enter at your own risk.”

[theblackfamilysheep]

“patrick, just the man i was looking for.” sirius’ clapped his friend on the shoulder with his free hand, the other swinging the back pack over his shoulder. “what do you say we go out tonight. i know just the place too.”

@wrcngbitch | patrick

[theblackfamilysheep]

@wrcngbitch:

         “ a haunted house.. ? you, want me, to come with you, into a haunted house ? ” he almost laughs before his brows furrow && his expression is suddenly quite serious. “ i’m in. but you totally owe me. at least take me to dinner first. ”

“ dinner first? what if you get scared && puke? that wouldn’t be a pretty sight. how about i take you to dinner after? ” sirius loved halloween, && haunted houses, while usually a load of crap, were fun. especially with someone who might get a little scared. 

[theblackfamilysheep]

“I just want to go home.” - patrick

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“Pat? What’s wrong?” Sirius was pulling Patrick away from the crowd even as he said it. Obviously something was wrong, his boyfriend liked parties and people and alcohol just as much as he did. So for the sudden change in mood, something had to have happened. “Do I need to talk to someone? Punch someone?” He would of course, but it seemed that he should probably just give Patrick what he’d said he wanted. He could get names out of him later and deal with them tomorrow. There was no point in having a boyfriend over six foot tall if he couldn’t be intimidating and help with problems, but there was no point in having a boyfriend at all if he couldn’t help you out when you were upset. 

“Come on, I don’t think I’m too drunk to drive. Let’s get out of here. We can always have a drink at home if you want.”

[theblackfamilysheep]

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞ - patrick

Drinking starters

Somehow Sirius had been made into the deisgnated driver, it was… horrific and criminal to say the least. But even the teenagers of the town knew it was too dangerous to drive off of the mountain drunk and he’d drew the short stick. He’d had a beer or two earlier, but he was pretty much stone cold sober now. Patrick however was decidedly not. Tequila was his drink of choice for the night, and tequila always had a strong effect on anyone.  

“Ohh, I see. Well remind me of that in the morning. Or better yet, I’ll come remind you, at 7 AM. With a megaphone.” Sirius grinned and helped Patrick down off of the rock he’d been climbing on, whether tequila was his friend or not, he didn’t think the drink would be much help if he fell.

[theblackfamilysheep]

[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse. - patrick

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“You know..” Sirius pauses, and actually ponders on whether or not this is a good idea before he decides that means he needs another shot. The whiskey helps, the burn in his throat taking with it all of his worries as well. There’s a reason they call it liquid courage. “I.. I lied when I said I only liked you as friends with benefits” There’s a slur to his words, though he’s managing not to completely trip over them. 

“I thought that’s what you’d want to hear, and I’m fine if that’s all you want to be. I’m rather good at tossing away emotions.” He stopped before he could start rambling, and reached to pour another shot, if only to appear that he wasn’t awaiting Patrick’s response with baited breath.