Patrick was on his way to tipsy. The only reason he wasn't completely smashed yet was because he didn't want to do something stupid, like walking downstairs and telling everyone to fuck off. However, he had drunk enough to move his one-person party from the glass wall to the couch.
When Marcus came in, he smiled a little. "I hate these parties, and you know it. Bunch of hypocritical bastards who wouldn't come here if their lives depended on it on a regular night and suddenly they think they own the place." He took another swig of the bottle, before putting it down. "And my parents are here, but how are you?"