[EDINBURGH] Like old times

[drcampbell]

Who: Anyone on the Scotland trip
Where: Rose Street, Edinburgh
When: Wednesday evening
Follows: Anything on the trip

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[sexyinscrubs]

"Psychic powers called Riley Browne, darling," Pat laughed, rubbing Lachlan's back and breaking apart from embrace. He squeezed his friend's arms. "What's a quick round-trip home between friends? I don't think New York will miss us for a couple of nights." To his left, Aiden was being accosted by a bunch of the lassies from their group and looking slightly shellshocked at the fact. Lou and Kerry, both married since the groups' partying days, had Aiden's hand and were gushing over his wedding ring and another friend, Georgia, was giving him an excited hug and bouncing up and down. They were all old friends of both Lachlan and Pat, so Pat's marriage had definitely been big news in the group, though no one - until now - knew anything about Aiden.

Pat himself had to soon relinquish his own hand so the wedding rings could be compared, but his attention was on Lachlan. "You doing okay, buddy? This is huge. I know it must be a lot to absorb."

[drcampbell]

Lachlan plucked a twenty pound note from the breast pocket of his shirt and waved it in front of Aiden's face. "Go buy a round, buddy!" he said, hoping to save the poor bastard from the female onslaught. For a gay guy, though, Pat's husband seemed to be charming the lassies. Like Pat, he seemed to have a way with chicks, so long as he didn't have to fuck them. The thing was, everyone always used to pull the piss that if Pat ever hooked up in the forever thing, he would bag a hottie... and he did, if the way the girls were drooling over Aiden was anything to go buy. "See, if you werenae so loveable, buddy, they'd be trying to convert your other half by now," he joked.

He nodded, pressing his lips together. "Aye, it was a wee bit nerve-wracking to start with. But I just dealt and it's been great. I can trust everywhere here, so I guess that makes the difference. What about you? How are you feeling? You're nay looking too bad. Better than when you left the christening."

[sexyinscrubs]

Pat scrunched his nose up with a smirk. "I suck cock too well for him to convert, darling," he said as someone handed him a drink in passing. He held it up in a toast and used his other hand to flick the back of Lachlan's kilt up. He started moving to the music. "You owe me a dance or ten, does that answer your question? So long as I'm still standing, I'm fine. And until I'm not, I'm enjoying every minute of tonight. No worrying."

Another of their friends came up and hugged Pat from behind. He caught her arm around his waist and started dancing with her in time to the beat of the song, then kissed her cheek as he released her hold and she moved back into the crowd. "Old times, Lachie. Forget the shit of the last two years and just let your hair down. I know I'm going to."

[drcampbell]

Lachlan didn't bat an eyelid at the kilt. Just about everyone in the room had seen his arse at some point or another and for a range of different reasons. He had to laugh and shake his head. "I just cannae believe you're fecking here!" he said, looking Pat over to see if the words matched the physical presentation. Pat was immaculately and fashionable dressed for a night out dancing, just like he would ever weekend in the past. His eyes weren't dull and he was automatically moving to the music. "Are you sure you're okay to be here? What about Cam? How's he doing? Two seven hour flights in two days, you're going to be half dead when you get back."

[sexyinscrubs]

Pat put his hand over Lachlan's mouth. "Stop," he instructed, laughing. "You're doing my head in, darling. I wouldn't be here if I couldn't be. I can be, so I am. Aiden's with me if anything happens. Things aren't going too bad back in NYC. Cameron is doing better there than he ever could in Liverpool because his sole focus isn't on the game or the club. You are going to go grey before you're thirty if you don't stop worrying. Dance with me and I might not duct take your mouth shut to stop the twenty questions."

[drcampbell]

Lachlan peeled Pat's hand away from his mouth and then flipped him off. "Hey, I'm thirty next year, arsehole. One dance, then you're buying a round. And I havenae finished with the questions yet. I'm a father now. I do the interregatory thing. I'm practicing on account of the fact my son doesnae know what lips are yet to talk back."