(this is gonna be somewhat different. get ready.)
Patrick was going out tonight, so he did some of his makeup, looking down at his purple velvet dress.
Around him he had a lot of things on the bathroom sink, a razor to shave his face (aND other places. but he will not describe what), foundation, powder, eyeshadow, and basically everything you could have in makeup.
He calls for an Uber, which he takes often.
The driver pulls up as Patrick walks out, waving at the driver.
He gets in the backseat, legs folded.
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Patrick walks inside of the popular bar, coughing at little at the stench of drugs, alcohol, and sex.
He sees familiar faces of the people grinding against each other, dancing, smoking, and drinking.
He sits at the bar, smiling, flashing his pretty teeth.
"What would you like?" The bartender asks.
"The usual, Weekes." Patrick holds up one finger, crossing his legs.
He looks at one side, then to Dallon.
Dallon motions to the side of himself, so Patrick looks that way.
He sees a man in a suit, a classy suit, at the end of the bar.
The man starts to come over, realizing that Patrick looked at him.
Patrick twiddles with his thumbs, biting his lip.
"Hey." The man grins, resting against the bar.
"H-Hi." Patrick stutters out, blushing lightly.
Dallon hands Patrick a Bloody Mary, which Patrick shoves away.
The man puts his hand on Patrick's thigh.
Patrick gasps silently, shoves the man's hand away, and smacks him.
The man recoils from the smack, rubbing the side of his face.
"Hm." The man grunts.
Patrick giggles and takes the Bloody Mary, and the man takes his drink.
They both clink their glasses and drink together, setting down the glasses at the same time.
Patrick brings the man's face close to his own, giggling.
He drags his somewhat-long nails down the man's face as light as ever.
The man seemed to be turned on by this, so he smirks.
"Deciding to be naughty, hm?" He purrs.
"Of course I am. Only for you." Patrick purrs back, biting his lip.
"Oh you tease." The man grins, taking another shot from Dallon.
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They drink and drink and drink, when they finally stop.
Everything was kinda dizzy for Patrick, but who cares?
The man takes his hand, leading Patrick across the bar.
The man's name was Pete.
Patrick had guessed, actually.
He looked like a Pete.
Patrick touches somebody's hair, thinking it was Pete at first.
But, of course, it wasn't.
It was Ryan Ross.
"Sorr-" Patrick hiccups and throws up into some tin.
The people that were surrounding it recoil in disgust, some throwing up after him.
After bumping and bumping into people, Pete and Patrick make it to the dance floor.
Pete was dipping Patrick, twirling him, and doing almost every single fucking dance move.
Pete had tried to kiss Patrick, but of course, Patrick shoves Peter away.
No kissing was his number one rule.
They go back to dancing, which they both enjoyed.
Pete begins to lick Patrick's arm, but quickly grabs it as he looks down at Patrick's leg.
"What're these? They don't look very humanlike." His eyes widen.
Patrick's leg was all bloody and torn up, he gasps and quickly smacks his leg.
After a few smacks, it goes back to normal.
Pete was already running away, but Patrick catches up.
"W-Wait!" He hiccups.
He grabs Pete's arm and tried to seduce him, which succeeds.
He makes Pete drink a few more so he was good to go.
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They were back in Pete's apartment, undressing each other.
Actually, Patrick was undressing Pete and undressing himself.
He stands in front of Pete, who was now on the ground.
Patrick snarls, his eyes glowing a bright yellow.
Pete's eyes widen as he screams, running down the stairs.
Patrick follows after, snarling loudly.
"Get the fuck back here!" He yells, his voice deeper and more rough.
"Fuck that shit! Take this, fucker!" Pete yells back, throwing a lamp at Patrick, which he easily catches.
He throws the lamp back at Pete, hitting him in the head.
Pete lays on the ground, groaning in pain.
Patrick grabs Pete by the leg and drags him back upstairs, Peter screaming under him.
Patrick now has Pete up by the armpits, snarling as he stabs him in the chest with his hook, throwing his now dead body outside by the pool.
He goes out and eats his body whole, growling.
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(next morning)
Patrick wakes up, burping.
He quickly runs to the trashcan and pukes up Pete's skull, groaning.
He stretches once he's done puking, then looks at his now tattooed arms.
Patrick laughs evilly as he walks into the bathroom, checking out his new body.
He calls for an Uber and goes back to the club.
Round two.
this was honestly my best so far holy shit
comment ideas you want me to do for the next!!!
