[nye party quicklog]
[Patrick spent most of his time at the Ranger station in the woods, but he still had his bedroom at Con's, and Con's was nearby. That was how he ended up at this doorstep. He followed the fireworks, which were loud, and he followed the smell of pig, which carried further than the smell of Connie's fresh pancakes in the morning. He didn't have plans, because his time zap had maybe fucked with his entire social mojo temporarily, but Patrick wasn't shy. He didn't need an invite to stroll right up to the door and stick his head inside.
He had a beanie pulled low over his ears, because his mom hadn't raised no dummy. Wait, that should be his sister didn't raise no dummy. Basically, he knew he would be in some supernatural shit if his ears were flapping in the breeze, so they were hidden beneath gray knit. It was an unnecessary precaution, because his hair was long and shaggy and capable of covering up all inappropriately sharp eartips. And his fashion wasn't as jock as it was before his time zap. He wore olive green cargo pants, a hoodie that was a slate blue and loose around the neck, and combat boots that curled at the lip.
Hands in his pocket, head in the door, he called out with a voice that was loud, confident, and completely lacking in self-restraint.] Hey hey! Room for one more?