Re: Capital club: Patrick G/Newt P
[Patrick was out front and leaning back against the side of his truck. He was not certain why he had assumed Newt would come around the front, but he had thought precisely this. He realized he was wrong when he heard the footsteps in the yard, but he did not immediately go to divest Newt of his belief that he was required to knock. Con was still selling her hot dogs, and the house was empty; the ringing would be heard by no one but Rufus, who spent the day happily ensconced in Con's air conditioning; Rufus would not mind the doorbell.
Dude had showered and dressed casually from his sneakers to his beanie. He was not sure what one wore to these places, man, so he had a jacket in his hand, and his bag contained a change of clothing if such a thing was required. He had realized, most belatedly, that they would probably not be driving to wherever they were going. Dude was nervous, and nerves made him slow. He also did not realize that they would need someplace to smoke the joint Newt had offered to procure, or he would not have been leaning on the lip of the truckbed like he was.
But, things were as they were, man, and dude waited a few more seconds and then he whistled at the dude at the door; it was a bit of a deliberate catcall and was partnered with a cheeky grin. Patrick was not certain he had ever seen Newt in something that did not feel most entirely dignified, and he was absolutely guilty of giving Newt a look over as he waited there.]