'I have huh?' Jason smirked. 'Well thanks, I'm Jason by the way. Do you want to head back to mine once you get your … gift?'
"It’s a pleasure, Jason," he replied just as a young woman approached. She and Patrick embraced momentarily, and the woman was gone practically as soon as she appeared.
He smiled, a bit proud of the covert trade that had just taken place. He reached into his pocket, folding his hand around the baggy. “My name’s Patrick,” he introduced. He grabbed his drink in his hand and tossed it back with a small grimace. “Are you all set to go?”
Jason smiled, looking where the guy did to see if his friend was there yet. Jason listened and nodded. ‘Course I will, love. Sounds like fun.’
"Ah, you could talk forever and I would listen to every word." he complimented. He boyishly confessed, "I’m not always a great listener." Patrick waved his hand dismissively, "But you’ve got a really nice voice.
'Why wouldn't I like you if I knew?' he wondered. He picked up his drink, shaking his head. 'No need to thank me.' He smirked. 'Drugs?' he said in a whisper. 'Could be fun.' he smiled.
"Ah! That is what I like..an open mind!" The young man peered over his shoulder and then back to his watch. "Soon." He leaned forward and whispered, "Will you experiment with me, Jason?"
Jason asked the batman for another drink for them. ‘A present? Seems a bit mysterious .. Going to tell me what it is?’
"It makes me nervous to say because I want you to like me," he responded. He sipped the drink, "Thank you, by the way." He continued, blushing slightly, "The present I’m waiting for is a little happy powder.”
Jason watched the boy looking at his watch. ‘You sure? Wouldn’t like to be keeping you from something, or someone.’
"No, no! I’ve got nothing going on..I was just checking the hour because a friend is supposed to swing by with a present soon." Patrick tapped his nostril with a wink, suggesting that the ‘present’ was cocaine. "I’d love to let you buy me another drink," he smiled.
'Want another?' Jason asked the guy who he had been buying drinks for all night. 'Its no bother, really.'
Patrick smiled at the handsome man then looked down at his watch, pretending to be concerned with something other the man who was buying him drinks. He took his time, lighting a cigarette before responding, “If you insist.”
"I don’t mean to stare, but.." He blinked slowly, taking a drag of his cigarette, "I can hardly help it."
"I’m twenty, not that far behind."
"Different upbringing, I suppose," he offered.
"Well, how old are you?" She asked. "I’m sure older people like vibrant hair, too!"
"A spry 23," he said with a smirk. "Not the old folks I’ve been around."
"Well," Ellen shrugged, "It’s nice."
"You like what you like," Ethan responded with a weak smile. "Besides, the young people are all into that these days." He looked down at the ground. "Here I am sounding like a fuckin’ grandparent," he let out a small laugh. "It’s ‘cool.’ "