Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/Newt
The dude knew how much it had cost to buy his acres in the woods, man. He did not know how much a set-up like this cost, but he assumed it had to be comparable, and there had to be assets and credit to put down. Businesses required insurance and income, and Patrick knew he would be most miserable running any kind of business. He was not one for numbers or marketing or managing staff, and this was all required. He did not envy Jack, and he hoped the place was profitable. However, the dude did not think Newt was going to bail. He knew that he, himself, was much more likely of running than Newt was. He did not know of Jack's concerns, but he would have reassured the dude had he known.
He nodded when Jack said the offer to check in if things got intense was kind; he did not notice the thoughtful look. Patrick was young, but he had a hero complex, man, and that was something that was always present and ignorant of age. "Nursery food?" He looked confused. He sounded confused. He did not know what nursery food was.
Newt rose, and Patrick did not stop to tell the dude that he already had a drink that was mostly full. Nah, man; he was marginally worried, and he looked it. Patrick pulled Newt's drink over in front of himself, and he took a long swallow of the burning booze. He watched Newt as he wandered off through the crowd, but he spoke to Jack. "Has he always been uncomfortable in crowds?" he asked most curiously. Maybe it was not right to pry, dude, but Jack would know the answer. He finished off his drink. "Dude, do you think I should take him and bail?" Patrick did not know the best course of action, and he did look most youthful as he regarded Jack in search of wisdom.