Re: Friday night @ The Diner
Patrick was looking spiffy in jeans and a white tee, man. His blond hair was hand-mussed, his boats were brown and worn, and he was sitting back, balancing on the chair's back legs and enjoying the noise. The dude (in other words) was in his setting. It was only his early morning class that kept him from exchanging his soda for a beer, and he he lifted the soda in an amicable toast to Ronan; the dude had done an admirable job, man, and this was indicated in the lifted glass.
He caught sight of Newt next, and while Newt attempted to figure out where to place himself, Patrick leaned forward and dragged over a neighboring chair. "Sit, man. This is Ronan," he said, motioning to accompany the casual introduction. "Ronan, this is Newt. I am Patrick, as we all know." The dude smiled, and he draped an unthinkingly casual arm along the back of Newt's seat (whether the dude decided to occupy it or not). Casual, man, like bros in a movie theater.