Re: The Cat: Patrick G/MJ W
[He covered his eyes with his hand.] I cannot see shoulders, dude. It's like Medusa with her snake hair, and I will turn to stone in a non-sexual, non-metaphorical, and non-theoretical way. [He peeked out from between two fingers at her.] Have you considered turtlenecks? [He dropped his hand, and his smile was most securely in place. Patrick wasn't charming, not in the dark and handsome way. He'd just had a conversation about tall, dark and handsome dudes with Destiny, and he wouldn't be surprised to know the bartender bombshell had one of her own. But, whoaaaaa, hello, small-town living.] You live with Destiny? No joke? I didn't see you at her New Year's bash. [But the intel about just moving in arrived subsequently, and he took a sip of his blond and nodded.] There were guys living there then. Three of them, I think, along with the animals and the little dude. Uh... She's old amigos with my sis. Con sits for her all the time, and we live down the street.
[He laughed about the hat and the rabbit, man, because he was a boy under all that newly-grown dude thing he had going on.] My high school gym teacher was Mrs. Burris, and she was hell on that whistle of hers. Mr. Johnson says you won't shame him, man. He's proud of his heritage. [He motioned to her beer.] That's great head. [Wink.] All right, fine, so Rick's not so bad sometimes. Don't tell Smokey. [He took another swallow.] Con, that's her. She works at the B&B, and you can't go a block in town without bumping into someone who knows her. Things aren't good with your sisters? My bro just showed in town, half bro, and he's complicated. [He finished off the beer, and he leaned over the bar to put the glass in the sink for her.] Queens. This is far from Queens. I was born here, in this obsidian-requiring town.