Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/Newt
Patrick was not a dude that bet; it always seemed a waste of money to him. He was into sports, but not into sports betting, and the risks he took were not of a monetary nature. The dude had saved his earnings since he was 10 years old, man, and delivering papers before the sun rose. That nest egg had paid for the down payment on the land he currently owned, and now he was beginning all over when it came to savings. Even with all this, he knew this place was a gamble. Repose was small, man, and there would need to be a draw outside of town to sustain a joint this impressive. He could appreciate the risk taking, even if he would never take it himself.
But the concern at present was not investments; the concern was Newt. He looked at Jack with confusion when the dude said he did not know if Newt was always uncomfortable in crowds; Patrick thought Jack would know if this went back to childhood, but then he recalled Newt and Jack had not been most close. "I have only been around him in public while we were drinking," he admitted, which he had not realized until this moment in this place.
Jack was stammering, and Patrick thought maybe the dude should cut himself off, but this was not his place to state, He stood from his flipped around chair, and he patted the dude on the shoulder when Jack indicated that he (Patrick) should take Newt and bail. "All right. I will find him and we will go. Thanks for the drink, man, and do not forget what I said about calling if there is difficulty." He gave Jack a nod, hoping the dude took the offering seriously; Repose was weird, man, and anything could happen. "Have a good night, dude. This place is cool." He gave Jack that Gunster grin, and then he blended back into the crowd, going in search of ginger curls.