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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP takes place on Wednesday 15th April 2015.

Skylar:
I can’t handle this ****. I can’t. I guess that’s why I’m here. This isn’t my usual hang out. I’d rather be at Lancaster’s but Nightmode is suitably dark and depressing for my needs. Dillon’s not even been gone a week and well… I kinda ******* miss him. But how do I tell Ric that? I’m pretty sure he knows. I mean… he sees my memories but I dunno. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll see something else instead. God I hope he doesn’t see me crying in the shower. That would be… well… probably confusing to him as I’m not sure he can feel guilt.
I nod to the bartender as he freshens my drink. I’d go to a table but then I’d have to get up to get my drinks. I usually don’t mind being chatted up but I’m really not in the mood to make any new friends. You’d think the wedding ring would be enough to put most guys off but apparently not.

Patrick:
He makes his way into the bar. Before he had found Lancaster`s he had come in here a time or two, trying to find a place he liked enough to call it his "usual" hang out. Bad news had just found him and he didn't feel like being reminded of it. Not now. Now he just wanted a drink. He was trying to put thoughts out of his head as much as he could but as long as he was sober that wasn't happening. As he entered the darkened bar he went right to the bar and ordered his whiskey. It was only after the drink was in hand that his eyes had adjusted enough to see Skylar was there. He slid himself over closer to her. "Same idea as me, eh?" He asked as he took a drink.

Skylar:
I look up from my drink and my blue eyes connect with a pair I know. Which – and I don’t mind saying this – is good for him cos I’d just vowed to punch the next guy that came on to me and well… I’m a hell of a lot stronger than my girly frame suggests.
“Oh. Hey Pat. Yeah. I guess. Maybe. I dunno. You hiding from reality to?”
I pick up my JD and coke and swirl the contents slightly as I hold it in my hand. It’s not something I do consciously, it’s a reflex thing. If I was drinking beer, I’d probably be picking at the label.

Patrick:
"I've been doing that most of my life." He says with a smirk, his probably failed attempt at lightening the mood. "I'm assuming everyone else knows by now, unless I'm just special." He took another long drink before placing it back onto the bar and asking for another.

Skylar:
I’m not a hundred percent sure we’re on the same page and one of us has to say it. I kinda hoped it wouldn’t have to be what with me actually knowing the full story and all. I mean man was that whole situation fucked up. There is no official theory as to who much have done it. I mean there doesn’t seem to be a motive. But then people don’t go around getting into fights and getting their throats slit for no reason. Of course the police kinda suspected me for a moment but I managed to convince them that I had nothing to do with it. I should probably get an Oscar for that performance. I mean. Yeah. I wasn’t directly involved but I was the catalyst; as always.
“Dillon could be a right royal pain in the arse but he didn’t deserve to go like that. None of us do.”

Patrick:
"It's pretty fucked up." He said shaking his head. "I mean I know we are not supposed to live forever but Jesus Christ, can we are least get 70 or 80 before it happens"

Skylar:
I stare at my drink. I didn’t make it much past twenty-eight myself only… well, I’m still here. I should’ve gone to the hospital the moment Ric told me he was there but then… He’d told me he was dead. Why would I want to see my friend like that? Still. If I’d of gone I might have been able to save him. The way Elliot saved me. I was dead. Technically. I think. And look at me now.
I sigh and take a very large swig of my drink before glancing up at Patrick.
“Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.”
I shrug. I mean yeah it was kinda true. Dillon learned the truth about the world in which he lived before he died so that had to be something. And he wasn’t all that bad looking. I mean I’m pretty sure he could excite some women just by looking at them... just not me.
“I don’t think they’ll catch who done it.”
Or rather I know they won’t. Ric wasn’t stupid. There wouldn’t be anything that could be tied back to him. Not that I’d want that. In fact that would ******* kill me. I shake my head. Here I am mourning my friend and rooting for his killer.
I begin fiddling with my wedding ring, drink still in hand. It’s not difficult to do; hold the glass between the left forefinger and thumb, straighten the lower three digits and presto… instant access to my ring. It’s kinda a new habit but I’m sure it will disappear once I get used to wearing the thing.

Patrick:
He watches her fiddle with her ring as they sift in silence for a moment. He was not use to her being like this but **** could you blame her. She just lost her best friend, in the worst way possible. He wasn't very good with this death thing. Sure he had killed before but they were ******* blood sucking sons of bitches. As far as he was concerned they got what was coming to them. Dillon didn't deserve what he got. He placed an arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick side hug. It wasn't much but it was the best he do at the moment. Maybe at some point words would come to him and he would be better at this sort of thing.

Skylar:
I lean into the hug as it’s given and then right myself in my seat. The glass feels heavy. It’s not. I could probably bench press a car these days if I wanted to, but you know, perception and all that is a funny thing. The drink in my hand is not my first.
“Drinking helps some. But it don’t really solve anything.”
I’m telling myself that as much as him. At least my liver can take it. One night’s sleep and it’s all out of my system. Or at least I think it is. I always wake with a clear head; unfortunately.

Patrick:
"Trick is to not stop." He mutters right before he quickly downs this drink and asked for another. "I'm kind of surprised her husband isn't out with you. Though I can understand if you are wanting to be alone. You can always send me on my way if that's the case."

Skylar:
“Pfft… Ricky don’t much approve of my drinking, so yeah… I don’t tend to bring him with me if I wanna get wasted. Which I kinda do. Cos life… Well it’s kinda great in some ways which makes this all the harder to handle cos it sucks. It sucks so ******* bad there aren’t words.”
Well there are – words that is – but you can’t exactly tell people you’re married to and still very much in love with your best friends killer. I mean it’s not the sort of thing most people would understand. That’s kinda why I’m drinking here too; I need to figure out how to tell Elliot in such a way that he might not actually hate Ric more than he does already. Man this is fucked up. If only I had someone to talk to about it. Only… The only person I could tell is the one t

Patrick:
He let out a small chuckle. He thought Ric looked like a drinker to him but to be fair most people did. This was probably due to the fact that he tended to be at a bar where everyone was drinking. "So you are wanting to be wasted." He pulled out his credit card and placed it on the bar and told the bartender to keep drinks coming for the both of them. "Drinks are on me tonight. Enjoy and drink up."

Skylar:
“That there might be your first step into bankruptcy. Just so you know.”
I smile at him. It’s a weak smile but genuine.
“You’ve seen how much I can drink right? I might look like a mere slip of a girl but I’m pretty sure I can drink a sailor under the table if I had to.”
I don’t mind people paying for my drinks. So long as they don’t expect anything at the end of the night. Not that I mind disappointing people at the eleventh hour. I’d just rather not piss off a friend. Thankfully, being his friend means I’ll likely be able to pay the guy back one day.

Patrick:
A quick laugh leaves his throat "You can drink me under the table if given the chance!" To be fair he had planned on needing to be carried out of here tonight so it was more than likely that he wouldn't have much memory of who drank more. To add to it he was sure he'd be in such bad shape tomorrow that he wouldn't sleep all day anyway. "As far as bankruptcy is concerned, I have my ways of making money so go ahead and drain it. Just promise to get home safely."

Skylar:
“Not a problem.”
I say this with a nod.
“I have a standard message for the hubby ready to send for when I can barely remember my name. That or I just tell the thing to text him and say the message. Even if I slur the words and it comes up with a load of garbage he’ll get the idea.”
I laugh more naturally this time and down what’s left in the glass in front of me before setting it on the bar for it to be refilled.
“You better leave the barman a good tip too. I don’t want to have to tongue him or anything. I’m pretty sure that thing’s kinda frowned upon once you say vows and ****.”

Patrick:
"If I can't tip him, I'll tongue him for ya." He quickly said before downing this drink and ordering a shot of tequila for both of them. "If we are going to get **** faced, we need to do it right." He handed her a shot as he took his and held it up for a toast. "To Dillon and drinking the pain away."

Skylar:
I laugh. Tequila is not my drink of choice but **** it. I’m not paying.
“To Dillon and you not having money to tip the barman, cos I really wanna see a lil’ guy on guy action.”
I click my glass against his and down the contents before placing it upside down on the bar to show it’s empty.
“Let’s numb the pain.”

Patrick:
"Might not need to use up all my money. Get me drunk enough I'll do just about anything if asked kindly enough." He laughed before throwing the drink back and slamming the empty glass on the table. "Burn feels good! You pick next drink." He began to drum to the top of the bar. It was something to keep his hands busy and help keep the bartender paying attention to them.

Skylar:
“Well, when you put it like that I feel it only fair to warn you that it will now definitely happen.”
I wink at Patrick and then look to the bar. There’s all manner of spirits back there and sadly not a one that I haven’t tried before.
“How about we tell the bartender to start at one end of the shelf and bring us a shot of everything. Not all at once of course… cos you know… you might not make it to the other end.”
I turn and smile at him having just issued a challenge of sorts.
It’s kinda nice having the company actually. I’d of called Russ or Steve but they both have their women to worry about… besides… we kinda have plans to meet up tomorrow. I hope.

Patrick:
"You really are trying destroy my liver, well faster than I would of on my own anyway." He nodded to the bartender and readied himself for the drinks. He wondered how far he'd get before he ended up lip locked with some poor ********. He only hoped that this time it he could at least take the dude in a fight if he had to.

Skylar:
I can feel his nerves over his grief so I pat him on the shoulder as the barman picks up a bottle of gin of all things.
“You know… I’ve never asked but I’m kinda curious now. You into guys? Girls? Both?”
It don’t really matter what his answer is. I just don’t know many straight guys that’ll tongue a guy on a dare. Just the mention of it usually freaks them the **** out.

Patrick:
"Well I've only ever been with woman but I won't deny that I have looked at a guy a time or two. Mostly when I'm drunk though so it could be the alcohol talking." He had never really thought about it to be honest. He was raised that man and woman were the way things worked and everything else was wrong but after coming to American his point of view on a lot of things had changed. Maybe he was gay and just didn't admit it till he was drunk.

Skylar:
“Bi curious then maybe? Or pansexual. I think that’s the latest trendy label.”
I try not to label people as a whole but if the guy didn’t want to be Frenching a dude it was probably a bit rude of me to try and bring that little scenario around.
I down the next shot and shiver slightly. Gin’s alright but it’s not something you generally drink a shot of. Well, it’s not something I’d drink straight, let’s put it that way.
“Let’s hope the barman likes dudes… or your tip won’t be much appreciated.”
I giggle and debate asking the barman when he next comes our way.

Patrick:
He downs his shot and shakes his head with a smirk "If he doesn't either I need to work on my tipping technique or I'll owe him even more and probably be banned for life." He turned to see what was being grabbed next and it looked like some sort of white rum. He made a quick face of discuss before turning back to Skylar. "So I don't think I ever asked but how long did you and the hubby go out before the making it to the hanging tree?"

Skylar:
I laugh and shake my head.
“You can ask what you like. I don’t gotta answer. But well… we don’t really have an anniversary as you know, since he didn’t really know we were dating for the first couple of months. But yeah. Five months. It wasn’t exactly planned or anything. It was one of those things you do after one too many and freak about the next day if I’m honest.”
Yep. Freak about. Split up over. That about sums it up but I don’t like telling people about that last part. Of course Ellie knows and Ali, and I’m pretty sure Ellie told Pi but I think that’s as far as that little debacle went.
“Not a fan of marriage then either eh? I wasn’t all that keen on it before I tied the knot either truth be told.”

Patrick:
"If the father had his way I'd never of had to worry about marriage or sex or drinking myself to death to be honest. I guess I just don't get the whole settling down thing. Even more so when things like this happen. I mean I'd hate to be married and then my one night my wife gets a phone call that I'm dead." He drinks again. Coconut rum. Gross. "I wouldn't want to put someone through that or have them worry about me all the time."

Skylar:
I knock back the Malibu knock-off. Not exactly the top shelf we’re on here but it’ll do the job. Eventually. The girly **** isn’t just sweet as ****, it’s like half the proof.
“What d’ya mean? Your dad wanted you to be singe all your life?”
I gloss over the negative thinking for a moment. Patrick’s about as likely to die as... well… me and Dillon. So far he’s ahead of the curve.

Patrick:
"Didn't know my sperm donor or my whore of a mother really. I was left at church when I was around three or so. The priest there raised me and wanted me to give my life to the church and to God. I didn't think I was good enough for that." He skipped over the part where they had trained him hunt and kill the undead and that that's why he had made his way over here. She didn't need to know that things really do go bump in the night.

Skylar:
“****. You know what? Now you say that I think you might’ve told me that before. Well then…”
I tap the bar to let the barman know we’re ready for the next one, which happens to be Tia Maria. Yep. We’re on the girly end of the shelf for sure. We probably should have specified no girly ****.
“Let’s drink to doing what’s not expected of us.”
I haven’t had his upbringing, but I still rebelled against the path my parents had set out for me.

Patrick:
Another shot down and another step closer to forgetting who he was. "If we do what's expected of us then there is nothing fun to be had. **** it! We might die young but at least we can have a good run of it." At least this girly **** didn't burn as much on the way down and by the time they'd get to the good stuff he'd need the burn to keep him going.

Skylar:
I down the shot set before me and grimace. It’s not the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed, it’s the taste. I dunno what it is about this stuff it just never tasted right to me, which is odd cos I love coffee and Tia Maria is supposed to complement that.
“Yep yep.”
And some of us’ll have a good run after. I obviously don’t say that part cos I might have to explain it.
“Do you believe in the afterlife?”
It’s a fair question given what we’re drinking to forget. I don’t have to tell him I’m living proof of it. Well… to some extent.

Patrick:
"Like ghost and ****? Or are we talking more of a past life sorta thing? Cuz I was raised you can go to one of three places. Up, down or limbo." He of course knew there were some things that wouldn't die no matter how many times you kill them. Sure they would go away for a bit but a week or so later and the fuckers are back like it never happened. He wasn't about to open that shot storm with her but it was one way he made his living.

Skylar:
“Yeah I guess so. If you believe in that kinda thing. Which I do. I’ve seen one and everything. Well not seen it. It spoke to me. And I was stone cold sober I tell ya. Ain’t no way I dreamed that one up.”
I’m talking about the time Ric’s wraith visited me. Ghost seems like a fair enough word for it. I’m not sure if I believed in ghosts before all this started. Well I did. But maybe not seriously. I was just kind of open to the idea of it.
“So where do you think you’re headed when you kick the bucket?”

Patrick:
"Depends." He stared before taking the next shot that was handed to him. "If I clean up my act soon I'll be taking the stairway up. If I were to die tonight pretty sure I'm on the highway." He said with a smirk. To be honest he he no idea. "What about you? Been good or evil?"

Skylar:
I smile and toast to his health when he tells me where he’s headed.
“Well let’s hope you make it to tomorrow then eh?”
I wink at him and down the shot in my hand. I don’t much care what it is now; it all has the same effect.
“And me? I always kinda thought I’d go to heaven. I mean I drink and swear and **** but I’m not the kind to so anything majorly wrong. Now though… now though I kinda wonder if limbo ain’t my destination.”
Can’t rightly explain that one either but it’s true enough as isn’t that kind of the road a vampire walked? We don’t age and we don’t die. Well, not really. Thank god I have my looks eh? Not that I’m vain or anything. If I were to die tomorrow though, like really die, I guess hell might be waiting for me. I mean I did kinda, sorta commit adultery.

Patrick:
"Let's hope we can get out of bed tomorrow to make it!" He was feeling better now than he had when he had first walked in. The alcohol was doing its job and that was all that mattered at this point. "So enough about death, let's talk about life. You and Ricky boy going to be popping out kids anytime soon?l

Skylar:
“Oh god no.”
I reach out, my palm connecting with Patrick’s shoulder before I give – what for me – is a weak push; I don’t wanna hurt the guy.
“What a horrifying though that is.”
I fake shiver at the idea and start laughing. I’m not sure it’s all that funny but I’m feeling a bit lighter of spirit now.

Patrick:
He bust out in a loud laugh as he is knocked back a bit. He must be getting pretty drunk or she is just stronger than she looks. "What? Don't want and little yous running around? Saying mommy, mommy can I do this or can I have that?" He did his best impression of a little kids voice he could but it probably wasn't all that great.

Skylar:
I almost spit the next shot in his face as he starts talking like a kid.
“**** no! It’d cut into my drinking time. Can’t really go around getting **** faced with a sprog hanging off your ankle now can ya? Well… I guess you can if ya wanna. It’s just not me. And knowing my luck my kid would turn out like my mum or sister and walk around with their nose in the air. God I’d wanna throttle the little ******** then.”
I shake my head and place this glass upside down on the bar to join the others. I know I’m pissing off the barman but he can bite me; cleaning the car is part of his job. Besides… I know he’s got one hell of a tip coming his way before this night is through.

Patrick:
"S’all well. I couldn't see you rockin’ the mom bob or mom jeans and Ric doesn't seem to be the proud papa type either." If it were not for all the classes on the bar he would of lost count by now of how many they'd had so far and lucky for the bartender might even appreciate his tip or tips as it were.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Skylar:
“Yeah. We can barely manage to take care of our dog. That ****** wasn’t even our idea. That was a Christmas gift that keeps on giving. Kinda irresponsible if you ask me… giving someone a gift like that.”
I tap on the bar and wait for the bartender to come by and only just manage to bite back the question as to which way the guys swings. Of course I’d of asked it nicer than that. I’d of asked which of us he preferred to kiss. You know. Give him the option and see which way he jumps. I giggle at the idea. It’s the impossible question cos no matter how you answer someone’s gonna be offended.

Patrick:
"Yeah I probably couldn't keep a gold fish alive if I tried much less other animals." He gives the bartender a wink as he drops off the next set. Either way he was going to end up paying for something the next day. "Why not give the dog to someone else? I mean it's not rude really. You two can't take care of it properly and someone else can. It's a win win and everyone is better off."

Skylar:
I catch the wink at the bartender and the guy doesn’t seem disgusted by it or anything. In fact he seems quite happy from what I can feel, so this might not be such a bad tip he’d be getting after all.
“Nah.”
I force myself to concentrate on the conversation at hand. I don’t much mind being distracted, especially when the feelings are more positive than my own but still, it’s kinda rude in a way.
“He’s not that bad. We just wouldn’t have chosen him. I mean technically he was a gift to Ricky but he kinda, sorta doesn’t like him much. The dog don’t like Ricky that is. Not that there’s much love on Ricky’s side for the thing. I mean the guy’s a taxidermist. Who the **** gives a live ******* animal to a taxidermist as a present. You really shouldn’t have to tell someone not to kill their pet but I didn’t take any chances with Ric just in case. You know. Man I love that guy but you wouldn’t believe some of the **** I’ve had to explain to him.”
I wasn’t about to start listing that stuff either cos we’d be here all night. Not to mention I actually wouldn’t wanna embarrass Ricky like that.

Patrick:
"I never got why anyone would want to keep around a dead animal. Seems like a waste of space and really morbid in my opinion." He gives a slight shudder to the thought before going back to drinking. "Do you ever miss your family?" He knows it's an odd question but his brain is going in every direction at this point. He is more than likely going to bring up anything that comes to mind.

Skylar:
“My family? **** no. I still see way too much of them. They weren’t best pleased to find out I was married neither. I mean yeah I was never gonna have a white wedding or anything but damn… I swear my mum cried for like five minutes…after she was done screaming down the phone at me that was. Apparently when your eldest daughter gets married it’s a big deal.”
I shrug. My mum was never gonna play any part in my wedding, even I it had been planned. Her tastes and mine are not exactly compatible and she’d want to invite all her friends and show me off like some sort of prize pony. I still half suspect the woman might try and throw some kind of party and trick me into showing up. Ric’s just gonna love that.

Patrick:
"Damn. That's fucked up." He snickered "make the woman cry and scream. I didn't know you where the oldest though. Good to know there is more out there." He was joking of course. He liked her but not in that way. Plus you never eat where you **** or however that saying goes.

Skylar:
“Yeah unfortunately my parents decided the world needed another fruit of their loins in it. Personally I think they should’a stopped after Brett and me. I mean one boy, one girl and well… You can’t really improve on perfection now can you.”
I do a sweeping motion with my hands more or less gesturing to my torso. Yep I’m perfect me. A perfect little nightmare at times but perfect nonetheless. Ric would never agree to that of course. Hell almost anyone that’s ever met me would probably laugh at it. I don’t really think I’m perfect it’s just that confidence thing us performers have. I can be pretty damn insecure at times. Not that I’d admit that without a fight.
“Besides. I wouldn’t wish Lexie on my worst enemy. Actually… she probably is my worst enemy.”
I laugh.
“I haven’t got a read on your type yet but I’m pretty sure Alexis isn’t it. She’s placed herself on a pedestal that she refuses to come down from and luckily for you, she’s already found a sap t worship her upon it. Lexie and I are kinda chalk and cheese. I’m the edible one… in case you were wondering.”
I give Patrick a wink. He knows I’m playing. I do so love to tease.

Patrick:
"Sall good. If I had someone then I wouldn't be able to flirt with anyone else anyway. Got to keep my opinions open and ****." He was playing mostly but there was a hint of truth. He downs another drink and shakes his head again as if trying to clear it somehow.

Skylar:
I shove him again a little harder this time.
“What you sayin’?”
I hold up my left hand and point in the vague direction of my ring with my other hand.
“Married remember. But that don’t stop me. Ain’t nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting.”
I kiss the air, complete with smacking sound and then laugh.

Patrick:
He chuckles at her as he waves a hand in the air "Nothin is wrong with flirtin, it's when you go past the flirt when things get dangerous and I don't trust myself to stop."

Skylar:
“Well no need to worry about that with me mate. I’ll slap you so hard you’ll never forget it if you try and do anything I don’t wanna do.”
I put up the next shot, make another silent toast to Dillon and down it.
“Feeling it yet?”
I’m curious cos I know all this alcohol is working its way into my system and I’m no lightweight. Though I don’t think the mixing helps. I could probably do half a bottle of jack and not be much more worse for wear.

Patrick:
He downs the next shot and slams the glass back down. He had not of thought of her in a sexual way before and he didn't think he was going to start anytime soon. As to if he was feeling it yet or not....Yeah there was no question. He was getting there. "I can keep going." He says as he waves the bartender back over with the next drinks in hand. "What about yourself?l

Skylar:
“Oh yeah. I’m in that nice fuzzy stage where everything seems rosy. Few more of these and I might turn though. Guess we’ll see.”
I shrug and watch the barman as he brings over the next round.
“Hey cutie. You single or what?”
I’m fiddling with my ring so it’s kinda obvious I’m not and I catch the guy glancing at my hand.
“S’ok babe. I’m just asking for me. I’m asking for my oh so shy friend here.”
I reach out and slap Pat on the back.
“He thinks you’re a right looker.”
The barman smiles and looks away as if he might be embarrassed. Yep. The more I look at him the more I can feel it. It’s kinda funny.
“That’s erm… very kind of you. And yes. I am single.”
He places down our drinks and quickly scurries off.
“I think he likes you Pat.”

Patrick:
His face goes from having a smile on it to dead serious in zero seconds flat as she pats him on the back. He turns to look her and for a split second he wished looks could kill. He takes the drink and downs it quickly before turning back to her. "***."

Skylar:
I grin, quite widely too at Pat. I’m not used to being on the receiving end of that adjective but I don’t care. I was being a little wicked.
“Gotta give the guy a fighting choice hun. Let him know what he’s in for. I’m betting I could talk him into seeing you home if you don’t mind waiting till his shift is over.”
I wink at him and take my shot. I smell it before I really see what it is. JD. My fave. I down it lick my lips.
“Man. I can’t imagine being dead and never being able to drink again. That’s gotta suck balls.”
Okay. So maybe it’s a little weird to say but it’s workable. I mean who knows if heaven, hell and all that are real. Not everyone gets the kind of extension I got and less seem to be able to eat and drink and fewer still feel the effects of it. All in all. I’m kinda ******* lucky.

Patrick:
"If he does, I swear to God, I will send you pictures and video of the whole ******* night and make you watch them." In his head this sounded a lot more like punishment than it probably be was because really there was no way he could make her watch them and chances are at this rate he wouldn't know how to work his phone when the time comes.

Skylar:
“Pfft. I’ll come watch live if you like. Make sure he doesn’t take advantage of ya in any way you might not enjoy.”
I’m teasing of course. I don’t wanna see that ****. I can only imagine what Ric would think when I tell him I was out watching two guys screw one another. Worse than that though would probably be his face if he gets the playback of that memory. I start laughing and can’t seem to stop as I think about that. I laugh so hard I almost fall off my stool and have to grab the bar for stability.
“You gonna give or receive?”
I ask. I’m close to tears. The happy kind, not the sad kind. I’m kinda enjoying myself now and the look on Pat’s face was so priceless I kinda wish I’d had my phone ready for the reaction shot.

Patrick:
He smirks wickedly at her "I'm a giver Sky and besides I would want to scar you for life if you were there." He starts to laugh again. Goofing off and drinking seems to be helping both of them out and as long as she laughing it's a good sign.

Skylar:
“Don’t they say it’s as good to give as to receive, or something like that. It’s a tactic I apply to foreplay. Not that you asked. You know Dillon wasn’t all that great in that department. Not that you should speak ill of the dead or anything. You’d of thought he’d be better at what with his bedroom being busier than Wickbridge Station in rush hour.”
I look for the barman. He’s keeping a healthy distance from us but I’m pretty sure he’s checking Pat out. I smile at him and point to the upturned shot glasses before us.

Patrick:
"It's like they say, having sex with someone hot is like having sex with a dead fish, they just lay there. It's the others ones you want, they work to keep you coming back." He is eyeing the bartender now more so waiting on that next drink than checking him. "And I didn't know you and Dillon did anything."

Skylar:
“Really? Most people assume we’re a couple or something. Were that is.”
I’m not all that used to talking about Dillon in the past tense, it still sounds wrong.
“We had one of those kinda friends with benefits things going on. I’m sure you know the kind. Like when you’re both wasted and single and stuff. I mean… yeah… He kinda stopped me from making some pretty bad choices come closing time. Can’t really thank him enough for that. And… I just worked out that you insulted me…”
I laugh and shove his shoulder again.
“Either I’m hot and lousy in bed, or a right goer cos I’m dog. So Patrick… care to tell me which of those I am?”
I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him like I’m pissed off. I’m not. I couldn’t care less. I’m skilled enough to make Ric interested in ******* me and hot enough in his eyes that he’s called me beautiful before. I really don’t care much for what anyone else thinks.

Patrick:
He starts laughing so hard his eyes start to water and he has to hold onto the bar to not fall over when she pushes him. Once he is able to catch his breath he wipes his eyes "Oh Sky. You are hot. Not my kind of hot but hot and I'm sure you are good in bed. Hell you just told me you give back in foreplay, which is far more than some of the woman I've been with do." The bartender finally brings the next drink. He blows him a small kiss and a wink as the drinks are set down

Skylar:
“So what you’re telling me is that I’m the exception to the rule and that my husband got incredibly lucky. Cheers.”
I wait to clink my glass to his and then down it. I miss the JD but we’re making good progress on the shelf.
“You sure you’ve never been with a guy?”
I ask him this because he’s really giving the bartender the come on. He seems right at home eying him and blowing him kisses and such.

Patrick:
He downs the shot and chuckles a little. "Unless I get pass out drunk and just start doing guys I'm pretty sure I've never been with a guy. I'm just doing what I would do if I was flirting with a chick. Just less boobs and more *** to look at."

Skylar:
“The guy does have a nice ***.”
I peer over the bar and take another look. I’m not on the market myself but there’s no harm in window shopping. The guys actually not my type. Few men are. I like the dangerous, bad boy type. I tend to gravitate towards the ones most people would instinctively avoid.
“I kinda fancy sex now. Might sext the hubby. Freak him out. Not done that before so I’m pretty sure he’ll wonder what the **** I’m up to.”
I pull out my phone and text Ric something silly. I probably should have text him the most provocative thing I could think of but that’s kinda not the point of sexting. Is it? I mean isn’t the point of it to try and tease the other one, build up momentum. Foreplay in words. I dunno. I just hope to **** Ric doesn’t decide to summon my arse home.

Patrick:
"You didn't fancy sex before?" He gives her a super confused look. He thought everyone that has had sex fancied it. Lord knows that after he first had it that was all he wanted to do. Then of course he realized how bad of an idea that was.

Skylar:
“I’m kinda not sure how you mean that. I mean yeah. I love sex, so I’m kinda always up for it with the right guy. But I meant like tonight. As in since I came in here and stuff. I mean we’ve been talking about it and stuff but it wasn’t till I checked that guy’s *** out and thought about how much I prefer Ric’s that I kinda started wanting it now. Like. Right now.”
I laugh.
“The sexting’ll do for now though. Providing he replies that is. Other than that I might have to resort to the obligatory drunk photo messaging where I go to the toilets and flash myself for the camera. Though I’d probably end up sending the photo to the wrong person. I’m pretty sure the guys all have pics of me they shouldn’t. though to be fair… they probably took half of those themselves.”
I laugh at my own lack of shame. I kinda can’t help it when I’ve had one too many.

Patrick:
"Oh! You're horny!" He said a little too loud before laughing "if you take the bathroom selfies just make sure the toilet isn't in the picture at the same time. That can be a turn off. Just saying."

Skylar:
I start laughing.
“Received a few of those kinds of selfies have ya?”
I sound surprised. I shouldn’t be. Patrick’s a bit of a looker in his own way. It’s kinda nice that we aren’t attracted to one another. I know people say guys and girls can’t just be friends but most of my close friends are guys and Dillon was the only one of them I ever slept with.

Patrick:
"There was this one chick. She would send me pics all the time and a toilet was in every one of them" he laughed as he thought a out it. "She was kind of crazy too though so that didn't help thing."

Skylar:
“Crazy chicks are the best. I’ve always been told it’s them you need to be looking for if you want a whore in the bedroom.”
I turn around to see a full shot glass sitting on the bar. I’m not sure when it was placed there but then again, I don’t really care.
“To hot sex.”
I raise the glass and wink at Patrick. Man, all this talk was making me kinda horny. Like really ******* horny. I’m not sure at this rate that I’ll be able to wait for Ric’s reply before I’m portal jumping home to tear his clothes off. He better ******* be in the mood when I get in, else I’m gonna have to go solo and that’s gonna suck.

Patrick:
He drinks up and leans on the bar more. Man how many drinks were they up to now? He wasn't sure but he was really starting to feel it. "Crazy chicks are great in bed but it's the rest of the time that you need to worry about. Same chick woke me up after the first night we hooked up and swore that she was pregnant and I was the father. She followed me everywhere and told a lot of people that."

Skylar:
“What?”
I say all innocently, as if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.
“You mean you’re not supposed to do that?”
I try and sound serious but I can’t keep a straight face for long.
“I’m probably not the best person to be talking crazy with. I mean I was dating Ric for a couple of months before I told him what was going on remember. I kinda, sorta chased that boy of mine. Hard. Totally worth it though. Totally… worth… it. I mean the sex alone now is… wow. I mean it was hot from the start but these days… man oh man…”
I shake my head. Yep. Probably time to quite what we’re doing while I’m ahead. I’m not sure Ric’ll even touch me the state I’m in already. Though to be fair. I can still remember my words. So long as my feet stay under me when I get off this stool, I’ll be calling this a win.

Patrick:
A hand goes right to his face as he shakes his head. "Woman..." He wasn't entirely sure exactly how drunk either of them were but it was clear that she had reached a point. "What am I going to do with you."

Skylar:
“Spank me.”
I say the words as I’m looking him in the eyes. The words came all too quickly out of my mouth too. Al eager and definite, like that’s what I actually wanted. Well… Maybe it is what I want but I don’t really want it from him. Not that the hopeful tone that accompanied said words, probably dictated that.
I hold my right hand up and kinda do this pointy thing with my fingers. You know the kind of gesture you make when you want someone to listen to what you’re about to say.
“I might need to think about going home.”
I laugh.
“Cos it’s right about now that I’d need Dillon to step in and make sure I don’t… you know… jump you on the bar or something. And as fun as I’m sure that’d be. I kinda promised Ricky I wouldn’t do that kinda thing. He knows all about open relationships and he’s told me quite divinely… definitely… definitively that we don’t have that. Though I think I told him that first. Maybe. Yeah. I think I did. I don’t do that.”
I start giggling.
“But then I didn’t think I did marriage either and lookie here…”
I hold up my left hand and stare at my ring.
“That guy makes me crazy.”

Patrick:
"You need a cab darling." He says as he places a hand on her shoulder and slaps the bar to get the bartender to come over. He gets him
To call a cab. "You can't drive like this and neither can I. I don't even know if I'll be able to walk."

Skylar:
“Nah. No cab. Ricky will come get me. He has a motorbike.”
I say this like he should be impressed or something.
“And you’re taking him…”
I point to the bartender who smiles in my direction.
“With you… remember?”

Patrick:
"I didn't say I was leaving yet anyways." He smirks at her. "As long as you make it home safe. I don't think my liver can handle losing another friend."

Skylar:
“Pfft. No need to worry about me hun.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his ear.
“I was dead before you met me.”
I mean it. It’s the truth but I laugh as if I’m joking and practically fall off my stool as I try to get to my feet. Thankfully I still have my arms around him so I don’t land on my arse like I should.

Patrick:
He just looks at her slightly confused for a moment but brushes it off as them being drunk. "You need me to walk you out at least? I need a fag anyway so I don't mind."

Skylar:
“No. No. You’re good honey. You stay here and work on your man. Text me in the morning and let me know how it went. Thanks for the drinks.”
I pat his cheeks with both hands. I’m wobbling in my heels like a fawn that’s trying to stand for the first time.
“Stay cool handsome.”
I tap his cheek one more time with my off hand and make my way slowly out of the club, avoiding the throng of people on the dance floor. Phone in hand I text Ricky to let him know I want him to summon me home and press send once I’m out of the club and out of sight of any onlookers. I’m drunk, but I’m not completely stupid.

Patrick:
He watches her leave and is surprised and relieved when he makes it without falling and hurting either herself or someone else. That would be the last thing they needed to happen tonight.