Re: quicklog: the cat - mary, patrick, and adrian
[Patrick didn't look so hot, and that didn't go unnoticed. But that was why they were here drinking, wasn't it? They'd come to forget how fucked up it was to not be able to trust your own brain from one second to another, a horrifying prospect that only alcohol could fix.
He downed his shot without fanfare or a cough, and poured out his beer without bothering to ask what came in a pitcher in a place like this. Who cared?] Did you get her chipped? [He softened the joke with a smile.] Sorry, that sucks.
[As for Patrick's missing best friend, he sighed.] At least we know where that one is. And people in the Capital are fucking nuts. [His major complaint for the evening, and it wasn't much compared to big fat bruises on Patrick's skin.] Whoa, man. What happened there?