The moment the door slammed home, Patrick sat straight up in his chair. When he noticed it was Christopher though, he grinned and relaxed a little bit. He really enjoyed the presence of his other saints, and Fitz was a free spirit like he was.
"I think my inner hooligan is pretty well woke," he chuckled, but he wasn't about to refuse a night of drinking. Even if his eyes widened as the bottles kept appearing. "As long as we do it here, I am rather pleased I haven't been arrested for a bar fight in a few years."