Patroclus had forgotten all about asking Clio by the time he was being called 'sexy bar guy' anyway, so Will needn't have worried. He grimaced at Will and went back to make the sex on the beach. When he handed it over, the woman grabbed his wrist with her free hand, and Patroclus had to work very hard not to break her hand right then and there.
"Let me go please," he said instead, his voice cold.
"I have to get your number!" she slurred.
"No, you need to drink some water and head home."
The argument went on and on, until Patroclus couldn't take it any more, and he twisted his wrist around, breaking her grip. "OW! You hurt me!"
Patroclus watched as her friends surrounded her and took her back to the group, muttering about what a brute he was. He groaned and hung his head before heading back to Will. "Every. Fucking. Night."