hot_guitarist (hot_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-10 23:45:00 |
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Trying to Help the Only Way He Knows How
Who: Jack and Pat
Where: Pat's Place
When: Monday Afternoon, 1/10
Jack new that Pat was still upset about Patience. He can date hot Bale chicks all that he wants, but, especially since Patience had come back into town, he knew that his friend had been seriously depressed. So, he had thought of a way to fix that, and now was probably going to kidnap Pat in an effort to make him have a little fun. Plus, if he tried to put up a real fuss, he'd knock him unconscious and drag him along anyway. Sadness can only go on for so long. So, prepared to take this all the way, he drove up in his van to Pat's home and knocked on the door. "Pat! I know you're in there so come on and answer the door," he said through the door.
The door swung open, and Pat stood there, practically dead look in his eyes, slumming it in ratty old jeans and an old Megadeth tee. "...the hell do you want, Jack? I thought I made it clear to everyone in the band that I wanted to be alone tonight?" Scarily, he had that same slightly-unhinged tone that Candi usually talked in.
"And you said that last night, and the night before," Jack said to him, rolling his eyes. "If you keep staying here by yourself, you're going to turn into some ogre. Now pack a bag and get in the van or I'm going to knock you unconscious and do it for you."
"Whatever." Pat mumbled, not really in the mood to argue. "But you're payin' for my booze. And I'll warn you: there's gonna be a LOT of it."
"We're going to Vegas, you idiot. Of course there's going to be lots of booze," Jack said, as if Pat should have known that Jack was dragging him to Vegas.
"Like I said: whatever." Wow. Pat was honestly like a different person. For how he was usually so sweet and friendly, now? He seemed cold and distant. "If we're going, then let's go."
"Go pack a damn bag so you aren't wearing that mess every day we're there," Jack said simply. He wasn't going to go out with someone who looked homeless.
Normally? Pat and Jack swore and were playfully shitty to each other all the time. Which made his next words sort of... surprising. "Fine. But stop treating me like some asshole. I ain't takin' that from anyone."
Jack looked back at him for a moment, actually a little surprised. "Fine," he said after a moment. "Just pack your bag and get in the van."
A few minutes later, Pat got into the van, not saying a word and barely acknowledging Jack past giving him a greeting nod. He sat there, staring out the window, fiddling with his wedding band, which, yes, he still wore.
If it weren't for the fact that Pat would attack him for it, Jack would probably steal that damn thing in his sleep. Without a word, Jack turned the engine on and pulled out of the driveway.