Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
The beer that the bartender poured was golden and with a good head, and Patrick took a swallow before setting the glass back onto the counter. "It's good," he said, because the place belonged to Jack and the beer was (therefore) Jack's to compliment. "Thanks, dude," was the chuckled response about at day at the Cat not being his (Patrick's) best. This was an understatement, but Patrick did not want to spend time thinking about that day, man. He had not felt good, and he had not made a good showing. He watched as Jack's drink was replenished, but the dude did not ask if someone with a drinking problem should be knocking them back; this was not his place. He just lifted his own drink in a toast, and he pocketed the ID that he had placed on the bar before the beer was poured; 21 meant the dude got carded always.
He laughed when Jack proclaimed him a flirt. The girl was young, but so was Patrick, man, and high school was not so far in the rearview for the blond dude with the killer smile. Jack sounded amused, and Patrick quirked a golden brow and looked at the dude. "You are not threatening to kill me in order to protect your bro's honor?" It was a joke, and it was offered lightheartedly as such.
After taking another swallow, he shook his head. "Nah, I have not heard from them, man. It is all good. Perhaps we were not meant to be buds after." Patrick was not particularly concerned. He did not, after all, want to look his letter writer in the face. He had not come out to the dude with his concerns about getting gay sex wrong, but it had been a close thing, man, and it was not something Patrick wished to actually chat about without anonymity.