I am going to be really, really predictable. Time for some party-closet banging! Don't lie, you love it.
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Patrick's shuffled into the bustling crowd, Joe leading him by the arm. He glanced around nervously, keeping his arms drawn in close. Joe tugged him on, insisting Pete was in the next room.
Patrick had already gotten ground up against by a handful of drunk assholes who thought he was a girl, not that Patrick could understand that. He has sideburns for Fuck's sake!
He was about to go for round seven with drunken grinding, when Joe yanked him to the opposite direction. Patrick stumbled after him with a yelp, crashing into his back awkwardly. Joe continued like Patrick was standing up straight and hadn't fallen into him.
They were in a separate room then before, and the air was much thicker with something that wasn't cigarettes. Nice, this Pete guy Joe wanted him to meet was a stoner.
Then Patrick remembered so was Joe. It made more sense now.
Pretty much as soon as they got into the room, Joe disappeared from Patrick's side and was on the sofa next to some black guy. Patrick tried not to breathe in too deeply.
He stood there, observing all the high people in the room. It was funny, because most of the guys laughs were higher then the girls. Patrick laughed a little at that before this guy fell into him.
" Wh- Oh, hey. You're Patrick. Joe told me about you. Sideburns and probably looks really lost. You are... I think both. Yeah, sideburns. Both." He said, leaning off of him and holding him by both of his shoulders. Patrick squeaked, stumbling a little.
" Oh, 'm sorry. Here," the guy said stepping off Patrick a little. " I'm Pete."
Patrick straightened out his shirts. " Oh, erm, Hi Pete. This...this was a bad idea coming here, I think I'm just gonna go-" Patrick started, almost beginning to turn when Pete caught him by the shoulder again.
" What! No, cmon Pattycakes! You've only just gotten here, chill for a while!" Pete insisted, steering him to an unoccupied arm chair. Patrick sat down quaintly, already blushing a deep scarlet. Joe didn't say Pete was hot. Shit, if he had know what this dude looked like he wouldn't have agreed! There is no way he'll be able to get more then three sentences out. Pete grinned toothlike at him for a moment, before an idea flashed through his eyes and he disappeared for a moment.
He resurfaced from the sea of teenagers, holding an unlit joint. Patrick's stomach went over a cliff. He opened his mouth to object when Pete already lit it.
" You seemed nervous, I wanna calm you down." Pete explained, giving Patrick's knee a gentle squeeze. Patrick's fingers twitched, he absently took the joint from Pete. He grinned at him, pushing his hand so he had it in his mouth.
Patrick squeaked, accidentally inhaling smoke. Pete snickered and patted his shoulder a bit gruffly. Patrick coughed a few times.
" Alright? Never smoked before, huh?" Pete chuckled, taking the joint from his lips and bringing it to his own. Patrick's mouth hung slightly open as he watched Pete. Pete eyed him, taking it from his lips and blowing smoke into his face. Patrick cleared his throat and squinted at him.
He took the joint from Pete and inhaled more confidently, heart thumping wildly in his chest. He started getting this floating feeling, like he was hovering a few inches from the ground. Pete snickered at him, watching Patrick's lips spread into a fluid grin.
A few minutes later, Patrick was floating about a foot. His vision was hazy, but he was otherwise fine. He wasn't as nervous so he sat directly on Pete's lap upon discovering the sofa had no room left. Pete was happy with this decision.
