"No, you didn't," Marcus said reasonably, his voice even though Patrick was starting to show drunken irritation towards him.
"I came up here to see if you were okay, considering the fact that your mother is downstairs with her man-candy and the recent difficulty she's caused. But I see now that you have your bottle and are content to drink yourself away tonight."
Marcus didn't move when Patrick bumped into a corner. If the silly fool fell over himself, it would be his own fault.
He raised an eyebrow. "A replacement for what exactly?" Marcus snorted. He had no time for this sort of attitude from Patrick - not with a club filled to capacity.
"I'm not going to stop you. You're an adult," he said. "You can do whatever you like but you're welcome to stay up here. I'm not throwing you out."