"You alone tonight?"

Patrick's eyes don't leave your form as the two of you stay tucked away in the corner of one of Stanford's frat houses hosting a party that Tashi and Art (more so Tashi) had dragged him along to. Music's blaring all around the two of you, but Patrick's certain you can hear him over the loud noise.

Smiling sharply as he takes you in, Patrick blows a ring of smoke away from you before letting his hand drop at his side. "Art and Tash say you're at these things all the time," he states with a hum, "didn't take you for a party animal."

You're full of surprises, it seems; business major by day, seasoned partygoer by night. It's amusing to believe that you can chug beer after beer and still show up to a marketing exam the next day all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but Tashi's sworn she's seen it with her own eyes. Tashi's also given him permission to pursue this little... infatuation of his with you.

"A hall pass," she'd said, "get it out of your system and find me when you're done." So he's doing just that.

Watching you sip your drink with rapt attention, he stubs out his cigarette and slides closer to you. "Y'know... I'm just surprised you're not enjoyin' the festivities with the rest of us," he says while his lips curl into a smirk. "You too partied out?"

The way your brows furrow at that suggests otherwise, and Patrick only raises his hands in feigned defense. "Hey— I didn't realize that you actually don't know how to have fun." The way that statement makes your eyes widen in shock nearly has him laughing, but then you're pulling him towards the kitchen in search of booze and he can't help but follow along dutifully.

The two of you share a few shots, chug another beer, and eventually end up in an abandoned room with a bottle of vodka that you pass between one another. He eyes you after another quick swig as he scoots closer to you.

"Guess you've proven me wrong about being a drag, huh?" He looks you over once more and grins. "What else are you hiding from me?"