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[yuppie_trash]

With an extremely (eyebrows drawn, a creased line between them. Lips thin, eyes sharp) introspective look on his face, Patrick sits at an empty booth, making a list on a paper napkin with his Cross pen. A glass with an inch of J&B left in it is keeping him company.

TO DO LIST:
- Go outside. There's a squid in the lake, and it does not like

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[necessary_child]

And what's Hell without the devil?

So Sam's not far away with his dinner and a sword propped against the chair next to him. He has (blue) paint on his nose, and either doesn't know or doesn't care.

[yuppie_trash]

The first devil he heard about (so easy to hear Satan as Stan) he refused to acknowledge, but Patrick is reaching his last few nerves (foot tapping the floor to an impatient rhythm). He looks up from his list, looks around, and clears his throat. "Excuse me."

"There's something on your nose." He informs Sam in monotone. Any less emotional, and he might as well be horizontal and six feet under.

[necessary_child]

"Is there?" Sam is Supremely Unconcerned, and looks it. "Oh well."

He nibbles a chip.

"Hey, you got sucked into that weird game-thing a month back, right?"

[yuppie_trash]

(yes)

The polite smile is painted on, "I don't recall."

[_to_the_bone]

"So, did you offer to strip while you were still drunk, or no?"

Jack's lips twitch.

[yuppie_trash]

"I...What?"

Patrick's expression of shock and surprise is not much different than his usual expression of indifference. It's all in the eyebrows (furrowing, the far left corner of his mouth is starting to twitch.) He folds the square of the napkin in half, and in half again, slipping it into the chest pocket of his suit jacket.

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you are speaking about."

[_to_the_bone]

"Oh, you poor thing."

Jack's been drunk before. He winces in sympathy.

"You are, apparently, stripping for charity."

[yuppie_trash]

"I contribute to charitable organizations, I do not strip for them." He replies firmly. A pause (wherein his foot begins to tap to the song in his head. Back in Black, by AC/DC) and he makes an attempt to smile slightly. "I will attend the event, but I am not prepared to participate."

[misterparker]

"Napkins?" Parker asks, sitting across.

"Didn't know you even let yourself think about writing on those."

[yuppie_trash]

"Necessity," Patrick answers without looking up.

He is still adding more to the list.

[misterparker]

"The bar won't give you any more paper?" Parker asks.

[yuppie_trash]

"I didn't bother asking. But the lack of paper is not an issue."