2007

Patrick wasn't really a lively guy on TV. Or at the VMA's, of which he was just at. But when you went to the after-party, which you got in because you were also famous, even if it was just slightly, (fucking score!) he was a totally different guy.

He stuck to a group. Of girls trying to get their chance through seduction, his friends who were taking the girls trying to get their chance and giving them a chance, and just general big shots that he was friends with and associated with.

And he was fucking wasted, laughing all over himself as he drank his fruity drink. Because Patrick wasn't one of those men that couldn't admit a strawberry daiquiri was bomb.

And then he saw you staring at him as you stood in the midst of the chaos, people sniffing from spoons and other band guys in hot tubs with girls on their laps. He gestured you over, laughing drunkenly.

"Don't worry, aha, safe land over here!"