Re: [Gunster Dinner]
Patrick had already decided to contact Destiny. He'd been holding off, but if Destiny had been talking out of school, then he had an excuse to reach out. Which, Patrick thought, was convenient as balls. If balls were convenient. Which Patrick wasn't really sure about, you know, as a possessor of balls. "I'll think about calling her," was his casual reply to his sister. Smooth, suave, that was Patrick Gunster, ladies and gentlemen.
"I'm one of those novel guys with a top hat and cigarettes in a pink box." Patrick had a wealth of useless knowledge at his fingertips. It was just another one of those coping mechanisms developed in a family of smart people. Even if cigarettes didn't come in a pink box, Patrick knew most people would just believe him and go with it. Half the battle, dude, was sounding like you knew what the fuck you were talking about.
He scooped his food up greedily, because there was no one here to impress. Connie and Adrian were fam, man, and sopping up sauce with bread was fine with fam. He finished his beer, and then he stood and went to carry his plate to the kitchen. "You two continue. Discuss." He winked, and he clapped a hand on Adrian's shoulder as he passed, and he was absolutely going to open another beer while they dished about the Gunster Genius Genes.