Re: [nye party quicklog]
[Connie had been concerned that Patrick be a normal teenager, and it had been important to him at the time. He hadn't wanted to hear about anything off the spectrum of normal, dude. He wanted to be the blond football player, mom and dad somewhere working, dinner waiting on the table. Instead, he was a squib in a family of weird geniuses, and that had been some majorly hard shit for the kid who could barely figure out long division. Parties had been an easy way to achieve normalcy. The kid shoots! He scores! And Patrick normal'ed his way through high school as a result. Now, the beanie on his head was a sign of how not-normal had sucker punched him. But tonight he was going to ignore all that shit. Patrick was exceptional at ignoring things. Procrastination, no follow-through, serial ignorer, these were all things Patrick excelled at.
Gunster. [He grinned.] Patrick. [He held out a hand, and there wasn't any awkwardness to it. Patrick babbled a mile a minute, and he was the crowned king of nervous reactions. But chicks were something Patrick had down, as long as it was this charming act in place.] I can handle calling you Angel. How about we ditch the guardian part?
[She told him to sit, and he looked over one shoulder, and then he looked over the other shoulder.] It's a good thing I'm good at sharing. [He spied the recliner, and he walked over and sunk into it like a king sinking into his throne. His thighs were spread wide, and his feet were planted solidly on the ground.] Nos. 1 and 3 are under control. No. 2, Angel? [If she sat, he settled his hands on her lips and scooped her close. He was young, but he moved her like she didn't weight any more than a feather. He was on point tonight, man, and he smiled the dumb smile of a guy that thought he'd managed to snag the best babe in the joint.]