"You sound like a petulant boy who's not getting his way," Marcus said, handing the bottle back to Patrick. "I know how much of a safe place Eros is for you, but during these events if you aren't happy or comfortable don't come. I'll understand - you won't hurt my feelings you know," he said.
Marcus kissed Patrick back, then again on the top of Patrick's forehead, his arm going around the man's shoulders. "I like them because they make money. I've learned to like them for that reason. Everything else is a rather large pain in the arse and has given me more wrinkles than I care to admit."
It didn't matter to Marcus if he was having fun or not, so long as the paying customers did.
"He's sitting at the bar that Shelley's at, nursing a drink and looking like a vulture waiting for his prey," Marcus mused. "I had a small chat with him. He thanked me for the donation to the clinic. That was about it."
Marcus snorted. "Ah, really. Well, anyone that takes forever to be convinced to have you in their bed is mental. But, then I'm biased," he said, kissing Patrick again.
"You're half-pissed and talking silliness," he chided, murmuring into Patrick's hair. "Just ignore them. Hide up here if you want, though I think your friend would be put out if you did. If you want to get drunk, I'm not going to stop you but I want to make sure you get home all right. I can't stay here with you all night."