#chat:patrick

[ezra-hemlock]

Endless Paths | Patrick & Ezra | Closed

@indomitvswclf

Ezra looked upon the establishment unimpressed, his trek here was time consuming as he twisted through the streets in an unpredictable fashion till arriving at Le Bordel. The halfbreed had been charged with delivering some work to a guard here before his shift at Gents, a task he figured could have been completed in a phone call but decided not to argue against. The only problem seemed to be nobody knew where the fuck the guy was.

The front desk had directed him to a floor but the man he was looking for couldn’t be found. A staff member had reported watching him leave for another floor, when he followed the trail asking other escorts they all seemed to point in different directions. He’d been tangled in a conversation with a female escort draped in lingerie, quickly losing his patience, “I just need to know where their office is, do you have any idea where that could be?”

[thekillianquinn]

Killian chuckled, clapping Patrick on the shoulder. "Ah, the classics—getting drunk, botched flirting, and table dancing. A solid foundation, my friend. But if we’re aiming for creativity, how about we up the stakes? Let’s throw in a karaoke battle where the loser has to serenade the bouncer. Or maybe a game of 'who can sneak the most ridiculous item into the bar'—extra points for inflatable pool toys." He smirked. "And if you really want to impress the ladies, Patrick, nothing says 'confidence' like a guy in a cowboy hat riding a mechanical bull while quoting Shakespeare."

"I'd say it's just the regular amount of chaos tonight, I plan to get drunk, embarrass myself in front of a bunch of ladies that I'm shamefully failing at flirting with, and maybe dance on the tables a little bit...but feel free to pitch in, let's be creative."

[jayfellows]

Jeremy smirked and leaned back in his chair, grabbing a wing for himself. "Oh, Patrick, that’s rich coming from someone whose bowling skills could be outclassed by a toddler with a plastic set. But hey, at least you’re consistent—in trash talk and gutter balls." He grinned as he took a bite of his wing.

"How long have you practiced that line?" Patrick said and laughed, rolling his eyes at his friend's playful banter." Did you invent that one at the crappers? because that's where it belongs, along with your bowling skills" He said as he grabbed one of the wings and took a bite of it.