Continued from here with @aprilwritcs
Pat couldn’t help but laugh at the convoluted reasoning the other gave and he shook his head, running a hand through his messy blonde locks. “You’re ridiculous.” he teased his friend back, knowing that he would in fact miss his company. It wasn’t as though Patrick wasn’t getting enough money from jobs to chauffer them both around. The blonde let out a bark of a laugh as the other man snorted. It wasn’t much of a surprise, girls always liked the idea of a bad boy, far more than they actually liked being with a bad boy. He knew that story all too well. “OH, so that’s the going rate for your free time these days, race tickets? How come I’m not getting any!” he joked, knowing full well he could get into whatever race he wanted. Everyone knew him around the track; afterall, he was O’s best friend since they were kids. That didn’t change just cause the dark haired male had made it big. This time Patrick’s blue hues rolled as another laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right. Just the usual, you know how it is.” he commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he turned toward the drive-thru. “It’s too easy sometimes.”
