Re: [nye party quicklog]
Destiny sounds like more to live up to than Angel, but it's prettier too. I've never been big on the ten commandments or anything religious thereof. [He looked around at the partygoers, when she claimed the shindig for her own.] Not bad. The music is A-plus. The bubbly, we'll go with a B. I'm a beer guy. The hostess, so far she's the main attraction.
[She gave him a look, and his hand curled more warmly around her hip. He had good hands, big hands. He was proud of his hands. Barring the ears, Patrick was proud of himself physically. He worked out. He kept in shape. He figured it was the least he could do if he was going to be a total time-travel-dud in a family of time-travel-righteous. He gave her that look, and he leaned back lazily in the recliner. He looked unhurried, and he laughed when she asked his age.] 23. Old enough for whatever you've got on hand, and old enough for anything else you're looking for tonight. [It was only his wink that made him come across as harmless. For all that flirting, there was something about Patrick Gunster that was all little boy trying to be a player.
He watched her roll, and he didn't tell her that he'd been a deputy for all of three seconds. He didn't tell her that he could still arrest her, since Rangers could do that.] She's my sister. Are you going to tell her I was hanging out at your place and being a bad boy? [He tipped his chin to watch her hum. He wasn't even drunk, but he thought there was something about this babe. It never occurred to him it might be his ears tingling. Cut the kid some slack; the ears were new.]