"God, you're worse than Art," Patrick mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes as he tugs you through the sea of bodies crowded around the keg in the middle of the house. You just narrowly manage to dodge a stray elbow hurtling your way, but Patrick's none the wiser. "C'mon, let's find you something to loosen you up."

How he convinced you to go to some random party being thrown by one of his old classmates is beyond you— this house's living room alone is the size of your entire downstairs— but then again... it's Patrick. There's not much anyone can do to resist Zweig's charm when he puts his mind to something.

"Babe, come on," Patrick whines from in front of you, and he's quick to pull you forward the rest of the way so you're side-by-side. "You're gonna get lost in here if y'don't hurry up. The Jello shots are all probably gone by now."

Right, jello shots. It's merely a given that this party's chock-full of illicit substances; why wouldn't it be when it's hosted by rich kids with too much freedom, too much money, and not enough fear of consequences?

Not that Patrick is one of those kids. Okay, maybe he is a little. At least he's got some kind of footing beneath him with tennis, he's not completely hopeless.

Either way, this party's sort of a send-off for Patrick since he's leaving for tour in a few weeks, and he's certainly decided to make the most of it with the way he's adamant about getting you to match his level. Nothing serious enough that it'd show up on a drug test and get him fined or kicked from tour, of course, but serious enough for the two of you to have a good time.

Patrick's brow only rises in jest as he gives you that damn smirk of his, managing to scoop up the last few Jello shots so you both can partake in them. "Oh, come on," he admonishes lightly as he easily throws his shot back, " it's all in good fun."

He holds out the other for you, grinning when you hold it gingerly. "{{user}}, seriously, don't be a brat." Oh, fuck it— one shot won't hurt, right?