About 2am on June 27th, the day after Patrick's birthday. Patrick is leaning with his arms on the wall on the roof garden looking out at the view. Kevin is behind him, his arms around Patrick, his chin resting on Patrick's shoulder.
(Patrick sighs deeply, contentedly)
Patrick: That was fucking awesome.
Kevin: Mmmmhmmm.
Patrick: Is it terrible that we just sat here while the caterers cleaned everything up? I feel I should feel guilty, but I loved it. It's the only way to have a party.
Kevin: Well don't get too used to it. You only turn 30 once and you'll have to wait another 10 years before I throw you a party like this one again.
Patrick: Oh I don't know. I think we should have a big party every year, and make everyone dress up in tuxedos and have waiters serving champagne.
Kevin: Oh really.
Patrick: Not for my birthday. For our anniversary.
Kevin: And when exactly is that?
(Patrick grimaces, and turns to face Kevin)
Patrick: Oooooh, right. I don't think we can count the day after Megan's wedding right?
Kevin: Probably not, no.
Patrick: Then...stoop night? Or moving in day 2?
(Kevin smiles and kisses Patrick)
Kevin: Stoop night. That's my favorite night.
Patrick: That was...the best night. We didn't sleep at all.
Kevin: No we did not. That was some awesome fucking. And we had to keep figuring out how to keep your arm out of the way.
Patrick: You were very resourceful and inventive.
(Kevin nuzzles Patrick's neck)
Kevin: That's why they pay me the big bucks.
Patrick: And look at us now, a few months later and we only fuck once a night. Have you lost interest in me already?
(Kevin presses up close to Patrick and kisses his face)
Kevin: Does that feel like I've lost interest?
Patrick: Mmmmm. That feels like you have a VERY healthy interest.
(Kevin kisses Patrick while smiling. But Patrick eventually pulls back)
Patrick: Stop it. It's not going to work. You're not going to distract me with sex.
(Kevin sighs and looks at Patrick with a pleading look)
Kevin: Really? Do we have to?
Patrick: I told you the party rules. If we're not too drunk, we have to have the party postmortem tonight because it's always best fresh, otherwise we have it tomorrow morning over hangover breakfast. And I can see that you're not drunk enough to avoid it.
Kevin: Ohhhh fuck. I don't want to talk about our friends now. (Kevin whines)
Patrick: It's the party postmortem rule.
Kevin: (glumly) I wish I could just switch places with Agustin for the next few minutes.
(Patrick grimaces)
Patrick: Really? You want Agustin to be standing here with his dick pressed against mine, while you're probably face up against some wall being fucked by Eddie?
Kevin: Well that killed the mood.
(Patrick laughs)
Patrick: It's ok. I think we'll be able to get it back again. And it's also ok not to have the party postmortem. I knew I'd never be able to get you into it, so I already arranged to meet Agustin and Dom for lunch tomorrow for us to gossip. You're off the hook.
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