Re: [nye party quicklog]
[Patrick liked parties. He'd always been the first one at a kegger when he was in high school, and he always had a chick on the arm. He was a football guy, linebacker, and football guys always got all the girls. He'd laughed and smiled his way through high school, and he'd gotten laid more times than he could remember. Okay, so being majorly stoned and wasted severely affected his memory, but Patrick recalled high school with the fondness of the very popular. He was good looking, charming, and with enough dork to make him endearing, while having great game. He tried to hide all that shit from Connie, which only worked in his head, but he liked a party. He liked the neon champagne flute in the hostess' hand too. He assumed she was the hostess. If she wasn't the hostess, she should definitely look into a status upgrade.
The hostess tugged, and Patrick tripped over his feet and stumbled himself to steadiness again.] You're generous. When I saw people falling out the windows, I thought, Gunster, they aren't going to have room for you in there, buddy. I guess you're my guardian angel or something. [It was delivered cheesy as fuck, that line, and with a grin that said he was deliberately pouring it on as thick as jam on toast. He winked at her, and he looked at her brightly colored flute.] Bubbly, some of whatever you're smoking, and tell me what to call you.
[Did we mention Patrick wasn't shy? Because Patrick wasn't shy. He looked at her with blue eyes that crinkled at the corners from smiling. He was taller than she was, and he took the wine flute and drank the contents down, all while looking at her. He winked.] That was No. 1. How about Nos. 2 and 3?