[Patrick and PJ Pilfering ]
[Patrick hadn't woken up intent on canoe pilfering, but dude was go with the flow. He didn't know PJ, but he knew the chick he'd danced with on the docks had been harboring a major case of bummed, and that was enough reason to join her in some petty crime. Dude, how expensive could a wooden canoe be anyway? This wasn't felony theft, friends, and he wasn't worried about his badge. A badge which, for the record, Patrick was not currently sporting. He was dressed in baggy denim and dirty hiking boots, and his sweatshirt proclaimed him an alum of the university in the Capital. His blond hair was floppy and deliberately covered pointed ears, and dude stood outside Casa Connifer with his hands in his pockets and earbuds in his ears. Taylor sang to him in her seriously dulcet tones, and he still heard the rumble of the old truck approaching.
He'd grown up in Repose, and he knew all about the cars that came and went over at the Ramsey place. As a kid, he'd wanted to be a mechanic, man. Truth, Patrick had wanted to be pretty much everything during his childhood, but he'd never intended on following through. Dude was grown now, and he was righteously in touch with his own shortcomings, friends.
The car rumbled, and our boy opened the passenger's side door and hauled his ass on in. Window rolled down, he rested his elbow on the colorful metal and tapped the cab with his fingers. He tugged one earbud down, so he could hear PJ talk, but Taylor still serenaded in his other ear.] Dude, you so wouldn't let me kiss your hand right now. [He winked, acknowledging her badass-self and admitting his 23-year-old unworthiness. But he was smiling, man, because Patrick wasn't a doom-and-gloom kind of dude.] I'm too pretty for jail, so let's do this like champs. [Another wink. Yea, Patrick liked a good time, man, and this was a good time.]