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[patfiddlesticks]

Date/Time: 'The Shady Aftermath'; Nov 1st; Late Afternoon
Location: Grounds, by Willow
Open to: All
Involving: Pat

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[bastian_myles]

Andra hadn't looked too happy after lunch, and Bastian had noticed that Pat looked absolutely devastated. Great, had they broken up again? Deciding that Andra looked better than Pat did, Bastian decided to head down to the grounds after the boy.

"Hey, mate, you all right?"

He'd never been as close to Pat as he was with Andra, but they were tentative mates, anyway.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick glanced up, then took in a deep breath through his nose. "Hey." Motioning to the grass next to him. "Not really, but my Mum always said that if you can't either talk or pay your way out of it, it's not worth your time to worry. So I suppose I'll be right eventually. Nothing to be concerned with."

He ran a hand through his hair, then turned slightly to look at Bastian. "How are you and ah.. your fiance? Set a wedding date yet?"

[bastian_myles]

Bastian sat down on the grass next to Pat, frowning slightly. If Pat didn't want to talk about it.. well, he guessed that he wouldn't push the point, anyway.

"Ah, tentatively in the spring," he replied, a small grin coming to his face at the thought of Veronica and the fact that she was his fiancee.

It didn't matter that they'd not been able to be... close... like that. They would, in time. Eventually. Hopefully.

"You and Andra..."

[patfiddlesticks]

"Good," he replied quietly, nodding. "That's ah.. that's good, mate. I'm happy for you. Send me an invitation, yeah? I'll gladly play for you."

As Bastian brought up Andra again, he looked down. 'You and Andra'. There was no more 'Pat and Andy', nor would there ever be again, it seemed. Just hearing them referred to as that burned something awful.

"Ah.. yes." Clearing his throat, he looked up again. His lips parted, but sort of stayed there for a moment, trembling slightly, then closed as he swallowed. "She's ah.. the other night, we were.. we were out in the halls, you see, and.. seems her ex-boyfriend is here. And I had.." He paused, clearing his throat again, then continued. "I had been concerned with this, since James had said on many occasions that not only did he want to steal her from me, but had no doubt that he'd be successful."

Looking away, he wrung his hands together in front of him as he quietly added, "...and apparently he was. She's ah.. she's going home, and said she'd likely stay with him, or

[nadiadayton]

"Sooooo I'm a ... headache?" she laughed, grinning wide and bright. "Right, whatever, I'll take what I can get, I suppose." She laughed, shaking her head as she situated herself more comfortably.

As he said that Andra'd been a shoddy replacement, her eyebrows rose. As he said for 'that thing they did', they rose even higher. Ahhhh but then he had to go and explain. Phooey.

"Ha, is that so?" she asked, grinning quite triumphantly. "I should like to think so. She was far too prissy. She was afraid to get herself a little dirty!" She laughed heartily, remembering seeing them out playing bloody croquet one day. Really, where was the fun in that?

She never had a chance against their pirate ship.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick had to give in and smile at that one. "..you've got a point there. And she just sort of.. sat there, batting her eyelashes when I told my story. Rather daftly, actually."

With a happy sigh, he let his head roll a bit to bring his eyes to the sky. "Should have saw that as a sign right there that she just wasn't right for me. Anyone who can't swab the deck without worries of breaking one's nails or looking unkept for other gentlemen wandering about that she might care to fancy is just.. not quite right. At all. Not right at all, and not right for me, eh?"

With a smile, he pulled up a bit of grass and tossed it at her, watching her through the corner of his eyes. "You should have known that. You always know everything. Why, pray tell, did you not clue me in?"

[nadiadayton]

Nadia smiled softly, trying to not look absolutely thrilled by the fact that someone had apparently finally kicked Pat in the head and made him realize that he and Andra were really quite daft together.

"Well, I would have thought that shamelessly throwing myself at you and being there everytime you fell flat on your bum would have been a big clue that she wasn't right for you," she replied, grinning.

"Of course, that would have been me giving you a clue that maybe someone else is right for you but hey, whatever, apparently I have to work with one clue at a time, now?" She laughed, nudging him playfully as the tossed the grass at her.

"Don't you play games with me, Fiddlesticks. I'm not afraid to get dirty."

Oh my.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Oh, no," Patrick replied dryly. "You only threw yourself at me that once, and I seem to remember settling that bit quite well, thank you very much