Re: Capital club: Patrick G/Newt P
[Patrick was not aware that anything was being left in the bathroom. He was unaware of anything but his own good feeling, the slight sensation of nervousness fluttering its wings in his belly, and the fact that Newt was batting his lashes as they settled in at the bar. Patrick leaned back against a barstool, but he did not sit, and he watched as Newt batted.] You do that most effectively, man. The lashes. [He pointed, stoned enough to not let well enough alone. He glanced at the bar a moment later, as if the bottles lined behind it would illuminate his drink choice. They did not, so he looked over at Newt again.] I will have whatever you're having, my man. [This seemed a wise choice.
He turned his back to the bar as he allowed Newt to maneuver the process of ordering, and he let his gaze slide over the bodies on the dance floor. There were chicks, which was most reassuring, even if they were chicks that wanted each other. Where Newt believed this a bad idea, Patrick felt more secure with their presence; he could be some guy that was here with some chicks. Dudes did this, man. Con liked girls. Dahl was like exclusively into girls. He could tag along with them, and he felt less exposed with this scenario. However, he was still most determined, and he leaned over to speak again into Newt's ear.] After I find a dude to kiss, you should allow me to kiss you again to compare. [This seemed most logical, and Patrick entirely believed this was the only reason the suggestion was passing his lips.] Are you going to kiss anyone here? [Again, he reached out, this time to adjust Newt's collar, though it was questionable whether or not Newt's collar actually required adjusting.] Or should I translate and ask if you intend to snog anyone? [Wink.]