"I wouldn't be here if you were," he said, grinning. "Yes, he does, and it's horrible, and please stop talking about these Muggle things that make me vomit. Thank you."
Patrick smiled. "Just a little. I told you that you're good for my ego." He nipped Dale's finger, smiling.
"You know that you're going to make history tonight," he said softly. "I haven't done that since I was eighteen, at least not in public." He grabbed his bottle, and then grabbed Dale's hand, leading it to the backroom.
When they stepped inside, the lights were even dimmer than in the main room, but the sounds left nothing to the imagination. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. He navigated through semi naked men until he found a spot against a wall and pushed Dale against it. "You're loving it a lot more that you want admit," he said as he opened Dale's pants.