Re: Collision near the dance floor: Jamie & Patrick
Man, Patrick knew all about the decor. He'd spent the past few days hanging fairy lights until he hated each and every theoretical fairy. He did not stop to wonder if this included himself, because he had never gone into the whole 'if we are fae are we faery thing.' No, man, the dude refused, because how less manly could something possibly be? By comparison, the uniform was not terrible. It was basically PD attire in greens and a weird tan-grey color, but the dude knew he did not look terrible in it, unlike some of the paunchier Rangers (not mentioning names). Anyway, dude managed to pull off swagger in terrible fabrics, and his shirt was even most entirely tucked in.
Or, it had been, until the collision with the unknown dude. "You are not from Repose," he said as he collected his tray from where it had fallen. "I am local, man, and it's a small town," he said by explanation. Dude knew everyone that had been born around here. "A local would know we do not materialize out of shadows. We just stomp and take out offenders." He doffed a non-existent hat, and he whistled to Joe, who was one of the unnamed and paunchy Rangers. When Joe arrived, Patrick switched his own empty tray with Joe's laden one. The tray was then held out to the nameless dude as Joe departed. "I am not counting drinks, my man. That's on you. Do not let Mary see you swaying, though," he cautioned, motioning to the dark-haired woman holding court in green.