Re: [Bar: Jack & Patrick]
[Patrick was not much of a drinker. He had not consumed the sweet elvish ale when he was away, nor had he partaken in the strong rotgut the humans drank. He had been drunk on a number of occasions, and he had gone to a large number of keggers as a teenager, but he was not a daily drinker. He was not sure what this made him, the fact that he was seated here before the moon was in the sky, a beer in his uninjured hand and the consideration of a new shot budding in his mind. He tossed his phone on the counter, conversations there easily accessible, and he swallowed another half of the beer in one gulp.
He did not know Newt had been in deep discussion with his bro. He was unaware Jack knew any of the particulars of recent events. He knew only what he saw: Jack looked older than Newt. They were both gingery in color. They sounded similar to Patrick's American ear. This was the extent of Patrick's current knowledge.] I thank you. [He lifted the glass with his left hand in a toast of thanksgiving.] My bro is constantly concerned about my drinking, and I suspect a large number of residents would react to this sight by insisting I take a nap. [Which, in truth, would not be a terrible suggestion; he acknowledged this with a nod as he set his glass down.]
Meeting? [Inevitability. Patrick's brow furrowed in a show of slight confusion.] Maybe not. We went this long without meeting, and I suspect there will not be joint Penhaligon-Gunster family outings in future. [Which was an understatement, man, and Patrick pointed at Jack's drinks.] I thought you were on the wagon. Is this a result of a bad conversation with Dahl? [Because Dahl had reached out to him, and it was most logical to assume she'd reached out to Jack as well.]