Re: The Cat: Patrick G/MJ W
I'm here to help, dude. Just call me Hero. [He winked. Once upon a once upon, Patrick had wanted to be a hero. Dude had run around Casa Gunster with a towel tied around his shoulders for years. He was going to save the world, man, but he'd grown out of that nonsense. World saving was all well and good, but it was not for him.] Man, thwarted yet again by global warming. [Patrick was actually pretty concerned about environmental woes, but that didn't show as he joked around with the girl about her inability to turtleneck.
He liked that she talked. Patrick didn't have a great track-record with the silent types. Mysteriously convoluted people were also out of his league in a major way. Like at that party, dude, where he'd tried his level best to make sense of Jude; he'd failed most terribly, man.] Matt sounds like the tall, dark and handsome dudes that chicks always fall for, man. Are you going to tell me why Casablanca is a romantic flick, or are you going to pick another tall, dark and handsome dude to extol the virtues of? [He laughed an open, easy laugh when she batted her eyelashes after that quip about girls and mouths.] Dude, my girl, how many of my kind have you left in your wake? [She was a looker, and she knew how to play the game, man.] I only know Sunshine from the forums. She was drunk and sounded rough. She mentioned her bro. She has legitimately negative-integer-self-esteem. [He did duck his head, but he looked up when she lamented the sister-friend combo.] Hard, but nothing I can't beat. [Dude was confident, you could say that for him. He grinned at her. He winked.]
Man, I know when I'm beat. The girl has brains. Give her a trophy. [He was definitely teasing. He laughed easily, like someone who'd spent his whole life doing it. Joking had never gotten old in the Gunster household.] I think me and Con have stuff in common, but mostly we're different. She's Einstein-smart. I'm a jock. She's about as nerdy as a girl can get. I missed the nerd caboose. [But, for all that, dude looked comfortable in his skin and on those long legs.] What's your sis like? [He took the rag when she passed it over, and he took to wiping down the counters without asking twice. Patrick was used to taking orders from girls. Dude thought nothing of it.] Seriously, I know it's freaky shit around here, but you'll get used to it. The people make up for it. Were you at that last bash? The one on the lake?