Re: Capital club: Patrick G/Newt P
[Patrick was unaware that he was currently being cursed in any capacity. He felt fine, dude. He felt better than fine. He felt most good, which was not what he'd expected at all. He knew smoking made him chill, horny, more willing to make a move than not, but he did not expect the chill he currently felt. Confidence, yes; he knew being stoned made him more confident, and maybe confidence and chill were one in the same. Whatever the reason, dude was most calm as he straightened Newt's sweater.] I most certainly run faster than you. I ran track in high school and college, man.
[The dude thought nothing of drawing Newt near; he did not question it.] No, man, just tell me who I should go for. [Was that the same as what Newt had asked? Dude was not entirely certain. He licked his lips, and he planted a close-mouthed and entirely chaste kiss on Newt's freckled mouth, and then he let go of the other man and pushed open the stall door.] Buy me a drink. [He winked, unconcerned that whoever else was present was watching him exit a stall with another dude. Being stoned was most definitely better than being drunk, man, and out toward the club the dude ventured.]