Patrick watched as the boy came his way, trying to remember if he'd seen him in school, trying to put a name to the face, but failing miserably. He really hoped that Marcus' security was still up to par and the man was really eighteen.
"Hello, Chris," he said as the boy got closer. He looked at him up and down, taking his time. He took another sip of his whiskey and licked his lips when he was done. "I haven't seen you around here before now. I'm Patrick."