Patrick was still on a high from the unexpected party. He wasn't sure where he should start, but considering that he'd fucked just about everyone in the room and there were reasons why he hadn't fucked the rest, his night was going to be easy. He could talk, he could dance, he could spend some time with the gorgeous men around, and then he could go home with Marcus. It sounded like the perfect night.
He asked Shelley for a glass of mineral water, knowing that people would expect differently from the birthday boy, but he wanted to stay sober. When he got his glass, he started to walk, and found himself face to face with Dylan. "Hey you. Where's Potter? I didn't think you two went anywhere without the other," he teased, knowing that it wasn't true, even if they spent too much time together.