Re: quicklog: the cat - mary, patrick, and adrian
Your loss. [He drained his glass, then promptly filled it from the pitcher again, topping off their glasses for good measure, if still on the table.] What can I say? I like fluorescent lights, shitty coffee, and frustration.
[He leaned back and shook his head at Patrick. He seemed loose-limbed and easy in a way completely anathema to him, at least when he willingly answered to the name Adrian.] I will not be pigeonholed. [He held up a hand.] One bad breakup does not a stormcloud make, okay.