BS: Patrick: PG : Not Drunk
Title: Not Drunk
Author: gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandslash, Fall Out Boy
Characters: Pete and Patrick (Gen)
Rating: PG for language and themes
Word Count: 1075
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about characters based, in part, on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: "He might be a little tipsy, he's definitely not-sober, but he's not drunk."
Author's Notes: About a month ago I got a little tipsy and offered drabbles to my flist. This one is for josiemus_prime who asked for "drunk, depressed Patrick" and mrs_quizzical who asked for "drunk rambly Patrick". I didn't precisely mean to combine them and I'm not sure how well I delivered, but I tried. :)
Patrick knows that he agreed to it, that they all agreed to it, and he agrees, you know? That makes total sense it does--he agrees that they needed some time off, some time away, but that doesn't make it okay, okay? Like he totally knows he needs to smell less of Pete's feet, and he loves that he hasn't had to pick Joe's hair out of his mouth all week (well except for the time he pulled on his hoodie and that wasn't really Joe's fault because Patrick totally should have done laundry by now, it's been a whole week, but he just doesn't want to, okay?), and he hasn't had to suffer through True Blood with Andy once (though he happened to accidentally sit down and turn on the t.v. once when it was on, but that wasn't on purpose, see?) and it's great, wonderful, terrific. Patrick loves it when they take a break. It's awesome.
It means that he can sleep until he wakes up and then spend the whole day diddling around with new melodies. Alright, so that's not terribly different than what he does on tour, but he doesn't have to worry about press junkets and radio interviews when they're off tour and that's awesome. He never misses those things.
So it's awesome: he sleeps until mid-morning and checks his email while he eats his peanut-butter bagel (vegan, totally good for him), and he rolls his eyes as he reads the Pete-feed he gets everyday. It's a bit weird, he knows that, getting a Pete-feed, but Pete does it voluntarily, and it is a good idea. It's better for everyone when Patrick's got an idea on Pete's internet-temperature. So he does that, and he sends Pete an email and tells him to remember that Perez is a two-bit gossip monger that's made his living off of mocking other people, so who cares if he thinks that Ashlee looked a little hag-like last week (but he doesn't put it that way, of course), and he pointedly does not comment about anything else.
And then he opens up the tracks he'd been working on last night because he woke up with an idea and he's off. He stops for lunch and stuff, but mostly he works and he likes it like that. He's a total workaholic, and he's happy. Which does not explain why he bought a six-pack of girly Smirnoff drinks and drank three of them. The only saving grace is that he's alone because, oh my god, they would never stop making fun of him for being drunk on three girly drinks. Which Patrick wants to state, for the record, is totally not fair because (a.) he is not drunk, okay? and (b.) he hardly ever drinks, so if he was drunk that would still be okay, except for how he's not. He might be a little tipsy; he's definitely not-sober, but he's not drunk.
And, sure, fine, whatever, maybe he's arguing with himself over whether or not he's drunk and maybe he's missing the rank stench of Pete's unwashed socks (and how that is even possible is completely beyond all understanding), but it's still good. Breaks are totally awesome. He likes all the time he gets to spend alone. It's fantastic.
He especially likes the list he's got of ideas he needs to ask the guys about because he's pretty sure that Andy can improve on that drum line, and he'd like to see Joe riff on that other idea, and he's reasonably sure that Pete's going to think the whole thing is just a little bit too much. But they're on a break, understand? So he's just storing up his questions. They'll totally wait. He doesn't need to ask the guys now. Heck, they've only been home for a week so it would be a bit too much for him to call them already. Even if they did say they were going to jam soon.
He sighs and rubs at his eyes. They're all moist and itchy and there is a reason he doesn't drink much, hardly ever, honestly. But he's drinking tonight: went out special to get the drinks and everything. So he's just going to sit here and work on this (which is probably totally why his eyes are little runny, he's probably strained them staring at the screen) and then he's going to go to bed. It's awesome. Just exactly what he wants.
He's reaching for the clear glass bottle when his cell rings and he answers it quickly, barely glancing at the screen before saying, "'Lo Pete."
"Hey man, did you see that thing that Justin posted? It's sweet. We were talking about taking all the pictures from tour and, like, making a book, you know?" Pete sounds excited and Patrick's happy for him, he hasn't missed the way Pete jumps into every conversation like it's a continuation of the one before, like there are no new topics, their lives just one unbroken wordy ramble; he hasn't missed it, honestly, but he's happy to hear it anyway.
"Yeah? Sounds great. You guys been working on it?" Patrick's not jealous and that's how he knows he doesn't sound jealous, because people who aren't jealous never sound jealous, okay? But, he can himself and maybe he sounds just a little bit quieter than usual, but that's because it's late and Patrick hasn't talked to anyone in hours, that's all.
"Patrick? Man? You okay?" Pete sounds concerned which is ridiculous and Patrick turns away from the computer because the light has finally gotten to him and his eyes are running a little bit now.
He swipes a hand across them as he says, "Yeah, fine. Just haven't heard from you in a while. Glad that you've been talking to Justin."
Patrick doesn't know why Pete answers, "Dude, fucker, if you want to talk to me, fucking call. For serious. Hell. I'm going to call you everyday just for that," but it makes him feel better anyway.
"Yeah, whatever. So, like another yearbook or like one of those big coffee-table book things?" Patrick asks as he gets up and moves over to his couch. Pete's off and running, comparing the advantages of the different approaches, and Patrick settles back and enjoys the excited sound of his voice. He just has to make thoughtful noises now and again: Pete's not really looking for feedback, not yet, he just thinks better when he's talking. Patrick doesn't mind, he can admit that he has missed this part, just a little bit.
Author: gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandslash, Fall Out Boy
Characters: Pete and Patrick (Gen)
Rating: PG for language and themes
Word Count: 1075
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about characters based, in part, on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: "He might be a little tipsy, he's definitely not-sober, but he's not drunk."
Author's Notes: About a month ago I got a little tipsy and offered drabbles to my flist. This one is for josiemus_prime who asked for "drunk, depressed Patrick" and mrs_quizzical who asked for "drunk rambly Patrick". I didn't precisely mean to combine them and I'm not sure how well I delivered, but I tried. :)
Patrick knows that he agreed to it, that they all agreed to it, and he agrees, you know? That makes total sense it does--he agrees that they needed some time off, some time away, but that doesn't make it okay, okay? Like he totally knows he needs to smell less of Pete's feet, and he loves that he hasn't had to pick Joe's hair out of his mouth all week (well except for the time he pulled on his hoodie and that wasn't really Joe's fault because Patrick totally should have done laundry by now, it's been a whole week, but he just doesn't want to, okay?), and he hasn't had to suffer through True Blood with Andy once (though he happened to accidentally sit down and turn on the t.v. once when it was on, but that wasn't on purpose, see?) and it's great, wonderful, terrific. Patrick loves it when they take a break. It's awesome.
It means that he can sleep until he wakes up and then spend the whole day diddling around with new melodies. Alright, so that's not terribly different than what he does on tour, but he doesn't have to worry about press junkets and radio interviews when they're off tour and that's awesome. He never misses those things.
So it's awesome: he sleeps until mid-morning and checks his email while he eats his peanut-butter bagel (vegan, totally good for him), and he rolls his eyes as he reads the Pete-feed he gets everyday. It's a bit weird, he knows that, getting a Pete-feed, but Pete does it voluntarily, and it is a good idea. It's better for everyone when Patrick's got an idea on Pete's internet-temperature. So he does that, and he sends Pete an email and tells him to remember that Perez is a two-bit gossip monger that's made his living off of mocking other people, so who cares if he thinks that Ashlee looked a little hag-like last week (but he doesn't put it that way, of course), and he pointedly does not comment about anything else.
And then he opens up the tracks he'd been working on last night because he woke up with an idea and he's off. He stops for lunch and stuff, but mostly he works and he likes it like that. He's a total workaholic, and he's happy. Which does not explain why he bought a six-pack of girly Smirnoff drinks and drank three of them. The only saving grace is that he's alone because, oh my god, they would never stop making fun of him for being drunk on three girly drinks. Which Patrick wants to state, for the record, is totally not fair because (a.) he is not drunk, okay? and (b.) he hardly ever drinks, so if he was drunk that would still be okay, except for how he's not. He might be a little tipsy; he's definitely not-sober, but he's not drunk.
And, sure, fine, whatever, maybe he's arguing with himself over whether or not he's drunk and maybe he's missing the rank stench of Pete's unwashed socks (and how that is even possible is completely beyond all understanding), but it's still good. Breaks are totally awesome. He likes all the time he gets to spend alone. It's fantastic.
He especially likes the list he's got of ideas he needs to ask the guys about because he's pretty sure that Andy can improve on that drum line, and he'd like to see Joe riff on that other idea, and he's reasonably sure that Pete's going to think the whole thing is just a little bit too much. But they're on a break, understand? So he's just storing up his questions. They'll totally wait. He doesn't need to ask the guys now. Heck, they've only been home for a week so it would be a bit too much for him to call them already. Even if they did say they were going to jam soon.
He sighs and rubs at his eyes. They're all moist and itchy and there is a reason he doesn't drink much, hardly ever, honestly. But he's drinking tonight: went out special to get the drinks and everything. So he's just going to sit here and work on this (which is probably totally why his eyes are little runny, he's probably strained them staring at the screen) and then he's going to go to bed. It's awesome. Just exactly what he wants.
He's reaching for the clear glass bottle when his cell rings and he answers it quickly, barely glancing at the screen before saying, "'Lo Pete."
"Hey man, did you see that thing that Justin posted? It's sweet. We were talking about taking all the pictures from tour and, like, making a book, you know?" Pete sounds excited and Patrick's happy for him, he hasn't missed the way Pete jumps into every conversation like it's a continuation of the one before, like there are no new topics, their lives just one unbroken wordy ramble; he hasn't missed it, honestly, but he's happy to hear it anyway.
"Yeah? Sounds great. You guys been working on it?" Patrick's not jealous and that's how he knows he doesn't sound jealous, because people who aren't jealous never sound jealous, okay? But, he can himself and maybe he sounds just a little bit quieter than usual, but that's because it's late and Patrick hasn't talked to anyone in hours, that's all.
"Patrick? Man? You okay?" Pete sounds concerned which is ridiculous and Patrick turns away from the computer because the light has finally gotten to him and his eyes are running a little bit now.
He swipes a hand across them as he says, "Yeah, fine. Just haven't heard from you in a while. Glad that you've been talking to Justin."
Patrick doesn't know why Pete answers, "Dude, fucker, if you want to talk to me, fucking call. For serious. Hell. I'm going to call you everyday just for that," but it makes him feel better anyway.
"Yeah, whatever. So, like another yearbook or like one of those big coffee-table book things?" Patrick asks as he gets up and moves over to his couch. Pete's off and running, comparing the advantages of the different approaches, and Patrick settles back and enjoys the excited sound of his voice. He just has to make thoughtful noises now and again: Pete's not really looking for feedback, not yet, he just thinks better when he's talking. Patrick doesn't mind, he can admit that he has missed this part, just a little bit.