damn you look good and I'm drunk
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gabe and patrick, late night at angels and kings. Gabe is putting the moves on Patrick and Patrick is calling him on it, being all, "Yeah? You wanna go? Right here?" and Gabe says, "Sure," and Patrick says, "Convince me."
Hey, if Patrick wants to go at it in the middle of a Manhattan bar, Gabe is totally his guy. He ducks his head closer to Patrick's ear and says, "You sure? Because I heard tell you're not the quietest."
Patrick raises his eyebrows at Gabe. "You think that will be a problem?"
"Maybe," says Gabe. "Is it true?"
"I'm usually a little busy then," says Patrick. He keeps his hands on the table. "You could ask someone."
"I could. Pete's right over there. I bet he's heard you lots of times." Patrick breathes in, loud enough that Gabe can hear it and that is. Well. That is something he can use.
"No," says Patrick, but his voice has dropped a little.
"No, he hasn't heard you lots of times?" Gabe laughs, not loud, not really anything but a breath against Patrick's ear. "Sixteen years old and a rock star in a shitty little van, in shitty little motels, and Pete didn't hear anything? Really?"
"He's not over there," says Patrick. "You're a filthy fucking liar." He doesn't sound mad at all and he doesn't check to see if Gabe's lying. Which, for the record, he's totally not.
"He's watching us right now," Gabe tells him. "I don't think he can see everything, but he's looking at you."
Patrick looks at Gabe then. "Yeah?"
Gabe nods. Takes the hand off Patrick's thigh and uses it to trace an X on Patrick's chest. "Cross my heart."
"Okay," says Patrick. "I'm convinced."
andthentheydonesextheend.