Re: [nye party quicklog]
How old are you? [She didn't look much older than he was, and age was just a number, dude.] I was dorkier in high school. [Wink.] I had short hair, and I played football, and I dated hot cheerleaders. [All of which was true, but he delivered it like he was joking, and he didn't remember her from school. But, for all his popular-kid cred, he'd spent an equal amount of time in the woods around Repose, which was decidedly un-cool. It also cut into his socializing time, so he made up a bullshit story about hanging out in the Capital. It gave him breathing room and made him look older and more cool.]
Power Ranger. Definitely. The blue one. [Patrick had no idea what the blue Power Ranger did, but how hard could it be to improvise about Power Rangers? And his expression said he was pulling her chain and talking out his ass, so it wasn't like he needed to be able to spill Power Ranger facts at her feet.] I kick ass. Blue-ly.
[Patrick wasn't expecting a bedroom invite. The second she admitted to knowing Con he assumed that was toast. Plus, she had a kid, and he was old-fashioned-Repose enough to assume mothers didn't bring dudes home as easily as non-mothers.] She said I was charming! [He clutched a hand over his heart-area.] She likes me! She really likes me! [How was that for dorky?
But all that dork disappeared the second her arms went around his neck.] Four... three.... two... [He kissed her before the clock struck and before the fireworks got deafening. Patrick wasn't any kind of virgin, and he kissed lazily well. One hand on her jaw, and the other on the small of her back, and he kept it chaste. Open mouth, but no tongue without her encouragement.]