Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
Patrick and Newt shared a love for the outdoors. Patrick would rather be somewhere without walls, man, and this had always been so. Even as a kid, he had sneaked out and slept in the trees. Con had become so accustomed to this that she would regularly bring blankets out in the night. Not that Patrick did not like people; the dude liked people very much. He was social, man, and he became down if he did not interact regularly with people.
This was a good space for him. He followed Jack, and he greeted people along the way, stopping to talk a few seconds here and there. It meant the journey to the bar was a long one, but the dude was not bothered by it. Once at the bar, the dude leaned. "A beer. Whatever's good on tap," he said, and then he grinned that enigmatic Gunster grin again. "I know this will come as a surprise, but I am not a heavy drinker. I get wasted sometimes, but I do not regularly drink." Which probably only made sense at the age of 21; Patrick drank like a college kid, getting wasted off his ass when he partied, but not drinking anything otherwise. He made an exception for a nice, light IPA. "I recognize that our previous face-to-face encounter was not my best day."
Elbow on the bar, the dude comfortably took in the surroundings and winked at a girl he remembered from high school. "My writer dropped off, but they were interesting until they ghosted. I am sorry you encountered a non-writer. You seem like a most writerly dude."