We Don't Talk Anymore (Starring: Malus, Skyler, Drifter, Withdrawl, and Humanity)

Don't say it Lukas. Don't say anything. Shut up shut up shut up shut it! Lukas thought as he listened to what Pat was saying. He was wrestling with the overwhelming urge to get snarkie. Several long, drawn out rebuttals entered his mind. He could dissect everything Pat said, and refute most of it, but what good would it do? He had said he was sorry, tried everything to make it up to Pat, and still, he felt himself being baited. The vain on the side of his head throbbed, and he looked like he might just blow up again, but he just smiled.

Matt had decided to step in, being as reasonable as he could be in such a volatile situation. What he said would probably do no good, but at least everyone had decided to push this stuff under the rug and just go out already.

Skyler had made her way inside. Lukas could have been mad about her trying to listen in on his private conversations, he could have been mad at a lot of things really, but he held it in. For the sake of the relationships in this group, he had to.

When Aiva called him Daddy, and then Matt and Pat uncles, Drifter's eye twitched. He still had the smile on his face, but inside, he was on fire. Everything inside him was screaming to reject any form of makeshift family that could come out of this. For quite awhile the only people he thought of as his family were Matt and Pat, so adding more was just bringing back bad memories.

The prospect of a family was a pretty negative thing to Drifter at this point, even if deep down it's what he knew he needed. But even still, he couldn't shake the idea that family meant fragmentation, not unity.

This was a time where the levity of the situation seemed to separate him from the world, a disconnect. He wasn't here, this didn't have to happen, he could step away......

But this was reality, and this was happening. Gritting through his churning insides, he grabbed his wallet off the desk, took a swig of vodka from the bottle, and then spoke.

"Who's car are we taking?"



(Time skip time, i think. Feel free to just react to this post and wait for me to get them in the club on my next, or set the scene yourself. Doesn't matter who does it.)

For now, it was likely the best time to just forget everything, but only if it was that easy to do. Still, that was something he was willing to try if it avoided anymore of the arguing. Skyler, Luke’s previous significant other had been spying on them, though apparently that was something that had been muted by some odd voice that he didn’t quite know who made it. ”No, it’s not your fault. I’m just too damn stubborn for my own good.” Pat sighed, chewing on his bottom lip a little nervously, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder. ”Don’t go nailing yourself on any metaphorical crosses. Going to really kill the mood.” There was drinking to be done, so he had to get that done with.

”My cars a little too small for everyone to squeeze in, but anyone that wants come along can.”

Humanity opened his phone and he actually couldn't contain himself as he closed his eyes and let out a very firm sigh, one border-lining anger and aggression as his face flushed. Humanity quickly deleted the text from his phone, contemplating sending a friend of his to work in completely scrubbing it from the internet. He found his face warm and full of color as he tried to reason through his feelings. Embarrassment was one, pleasant surprise was another and unending rage and infuriating were all present. Of course the rage died as he began to write out a large text, quickly stopping when he realized what it was that he had been typing.

He initially rebuked her for her carelessness,insinuating that such a "private" and "personal" individual such as herself just posted a flash-shot in a text message that was now out there for literally any hacker. Even with her face out of the picture it was still incredibly stupid and impulsive. After a second glance at the message, however, he seemed to look sorry for what he was about to say. In a motion his thumb moved and hovered over the x, pressing it and clearing the whole message.

You're somethin' else. I'll be back later, until then be careful with those things! You might hurt yourself! Haha. He pushed the buttons and even used a less than sign with a three, but quickly retracted them, looking it over longer than he should have before he sent out the text. His texts would always and forever be far more stoic than he was when he was face to face with her. He was always playing the Ice-man, the estranged and unattached person when it came to contact that wasn't face to face. Then again it partially helped his own defense mechanism of not letting people too close and not letting his guard down so someone could discern something from his messages.

"...Oh darn. Not enough room for all 5 of us." Matthew stated rather blandly as he looked down at Pat's car. Most cars had the afforded seating of 5 people. The driver, the front passenger and a pas anger bench in the back that could hold up to 3 people. Not comfortably, but... three people none the less. Matthew had to wonder if this was just Pat's way of being petty and trying to snub him or Luke. With a deep breath he prepared himself.

"Pat you and Malus can get yourselves there. I'll play chauffeur to these guys. I'll pull it around." He said as he started down the hallway towards the stairs. It was true, he didn't have a car of his own at the moment he quickly shot off a text message as he walked before disappearing down the stairwell. The next time they'd see him would be in a rather old car, but one that was likely a lot easier to breathe in..

((Scene shift))

Despite the ride being in a year 2001 Camry with a dent in it, the interior had been fine and the ride down was actually quite refreshing. The radio didn't work, but the air conditioner was fine. It was actually a small reminder to Matthew that he actually had it worse off than his friends did when it came to "surviving" and living. But the truth be told? He was genuinely happy on the car ride down. Luke was still on edge, but Matthew knew exactly what to do. He tapped a few buttons on his phone and the playlist began to play. Matt actually felt bad for Skyler as the Imagine Dragons songs began to kick up, though eh couldn't help but smile and call her out on singing under her breath, a wide smile on display as he tried to rally the cause. It was a long 15 minute ride, but truthfully he felt like it did some good for morale. when he stepped out of the car he was happy, and even if Luke wasn't beaming from ear to ear he was hopefully feeling better in some degrees, if for nothing else than some of his favorite music in the car.

The club of choice was one that Matthew had selected, oddly enough. The place was called "King's Krown", a renovated warehouse that sat against the night sky. The club itself had earlier been established as one of the hottest places in Hollywood to catch a dance under the name "King King" way back when. Now it had expanded it's reach a bit and dug some claws into Los Angeles, and so this establishment was created.

"This place was gettin' set up a few years back. I ended up making nice with one of the kids of the bar tenders that worked here, His dad work's the line. So long as he's workin' we don't wait." Matt said as he placed his hand into his peacoat and ran across the road, not really looking to see if there had been anyone following him. He wondered if it the thought had dawned on any of them that he was actually the only one present that was not legally able to go into a bar. Matthew spied the one bouncer he was looking for, flashing a smile and a wave before motioning for his brothers and their newfound playthings through the line, despite several protests.

The interior of the club was actually rather amazing. The ambiance was dark and there was some rather clean audio playing form the live entertainment up on the stage. This place was a great place to see people live from a ton of different musical genres. The place stayed busy because it catered to so many different tastes throughout the night. Dark rooms, the occasional rave-like fluorescent lights on the walls, the dance floor was lit up and all around the only thing people could see were the masses dancing or sitting in some of the nicest purple plush couches you'd ever seen at black granite tabletops with rosewood bases. The noise was loud, but maybe that's what they needed right now.

"Alright, let's live it up!" Matt yelled as he stepped off, seeming to make a b-line straight to a table while twisting and jumping around, funneling through and around oncoming people and drink carriers.

Luke was half drunk as it was, and now he was headed to a club/bar/whatever to get even more wasted. For the time being though, he functioned as he normally would. Matt and Pat could attest to the fact Lukas pretty much acted sober up to a very intoxicated point, he was just a bit more giggly. Pat, on the other hand........ Let's just say calls with Drunk Pat were amusing.

Matt went to get his vehicle, and the remaining four in the hotel split up. Luke was of course with Skyler, in the elevator, while Pat and Malus went down the stairs. For a moment Drifter thought the reasoning behind that was Pat wanting to see if he could beat the elevator down, but then Luke remembered they weren't  ten anymore.

The tension in the air was thick as, floor by floor, the elevator descended. It seemed they both were were waiting for the other to say something, but in the end it was Skyler who took the initiative. Skyler kissed him, yanking at his hair a little, causing a slight "ouch" to escape his lips. Luke didn't really know how to react. To be completely honest this whole intimacy thing wasn't exactly native, but he went with it all the same...

"Alright......... I really shouldn't have snapped at you. We'll just forget about things tonight." Drifter said, still not exactly happy, but he was coming around.

Once in the car, Matt put on a playlist that seemed like Luke had made it. Imagine Dragons, Rise Against, Cold Play, EDEN, and a little Red. Now, Matt and him shared quite a lot in the music department, but this was not a Matt playlist. It was probably engineered to try to cheer him up, and even if the music itself didn't, the idea is what counted. He ended up singing along a bit during the ride, being as happy as he could physically force himself to be. Something about a volume level that drowned everything else out made things less embarrassing, so he goofed around a bit.

Luke seemed to be the only one not familiar with this place they were going to, which was interesting considering he was the one to set this get together up. That said, he was glad Matt decided to choose. The more everyone else could be included, the better.

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Plain and simple, this was not Drifter's scene. Lights, bad techno music, grinding and people being sexually inappropriate. He knew this was going to be the case though, so it wouldn't stop him from having some fun. As introverted as he was, maybe it's what he needed.

With Skyler by his side, and hopefully the others in toe, he made his way to the bar. There were about a billion drink choices on a massive menu hanging from the ceiling, but he had little interest in anything named. For himself, anyway.

There was a drink called Sex in the Bathroom. Luke got a giant smirk on his face, and couldn't stop chuckling. He leaned in and whispered in the bartender's ear, ordering a maple bourbon for himself and his joke of a drink for Skyler.

Apparently this thing wasn't even supposed to be appetizing, just really, um, dirty? Yeah, probably the word. It was flavored lemon tonic, vodka, and a slight bit of sweetener, then it was lit on fire. Apparently this was supposed to simulate the actual act, that or just kill you with how terrible it was. Either way, when Skyler was served, Drifter couldn't contain himself. He burst out laughing, giving Skyler a wink as he sipped his own drink.

"If we're lucky, by the end of tonight we won't have to settle for the terrible drink that sells only because guy's like me think it's funny variety." Drifter said, turning his back to the bar to face the dance floor. He leaned on the counter, shaking his head.

"Put on some real music! Jesus, how cliche is this shit?" Luke yelled toward the DJ. The guy probably wouldn't listen, but it was more to express his distain, really.

Chauffeuring Malus around would have been fine, something told him he would end up doing that anyway. ”Try not to sound too disappoined.” Snubbing hadn’t been on the agenda, but he had no control over how people saw what he did or said. With a shrug, he and Malus would have their ride to whatever the name of the club they were supposed to be meeting at was. That was when the awkward conversation could commence, though it hadn’t been started by him. Difficult conversation was always something he found difficult to actually start, though his own pettiness likely made that difficult anyway.

”No..i’m not mad.” Anger had faded, though he had no idea what he even felt about the whole thing. Maybe just that he was just out of his league, or something else entirely. He had figured out the truth, yet anger had lost its luster rather quickly. Having the impression of someone being a billionare would have been poor, granted he already knew a billionaire that was less likely to hide that small fact. ”Well, not anymore.  I’m already over whatever I was mad about, so why don’t we just enjoy tonight.” He shrugged, the ride from there pleasant enough.

Even if he would have rather been home, or doing anything else right now. Reaching the bar proper lead to ordering drinks, though Pat just got whatever he thought would taste good and went with it. He could get drunk from that regardless, though he did need to drive himself so he didn’t get a drink at all in retrospect. He would let Malus drink, maybe make up for the fact that he had been a total ass before. ”I dunno, the music sounds pretty okay to me.” Pat interjected when Luke mentioned something about the music being terrible once he had homed in on where everyone else was.

Matt didn't have an opinion on the music one way or the other. What he did have an opinion on was the King's Cup, although he ordered iit specifically without any of the damned sprinkles or any of the Mardi gras extras. It wasn't the season for it, but of course it's not like it mattered. It was pertainent to it somewhere, right? The bartender didn't even card him as they turned their back and began to make his drink. Matthew's eyes furrowed a small bit, finding that incredibly odd. He had a slight look of caution and disbelief on his face when suddenly a rather nice middle aged woman stepped between him and the ther bartender. Her hand came up to his shoulder, to which the man tensed up and a scowel crossed his face. Matthew was on the edge of his seat, but forced a smile when the womn looked to him with her narrowed eyebrows.

   "Did you card this young man? I can't help but feel he's a little young..." She said, the way she drew out the words were almost as if she were threatening him...but the emphasis almost made it comical and somehow not very threatening at all. Of course it didn't help that he knew this woman.

  "Hey Peggy." Matthew said, beaming a wide smile his eyes flicking back to the other bartender as he placed the stuff down, muttering an apology before clearing his throat and pissing off to deal with other customers.

 "Matthew May you are about one year and thirty days late to dinner." she said as she placed her fists on her hips and cracking a smile before turning around and finishing off his drink. The vodka was mixed with the pineapple evenly and a little sours was added, lime juice and champeign to top off the masterpiece as she handed it to him from across the table.
 
 "Sorry mom. Thought it'd be a little strange to show up after...well... Mr.Robinson lost it on me." Matthew said with a little bit of hesitence in his voice taking a sip of the drink. Peg just laughed a little before shaking her head. He looked over in the crowd to see Luke call to the DJ to change the song, but all the DJ did was look at him and hold up 1 finger. When the song was finished it would transition to a more lively beat to rock out to.

 "It's been a year bubby. Trust me it's taken time but... He's a little more open to this kinda thing now." She stated, to which Matthew smirked a bit with an arched eyebrow, as if saying "mhm. Sure." in response before taking a drink. "Speaking of a little more open." She stated, causing Matt to look at her funny before arms wrapped around him and he felt the full weight of another human being on his back, leaning forward with their face plastered on his shoulder.

  "Matty!!!" The voice was smooth with a slight twang to it. The voice actually was rather familiar, causing Matt to arch his back to break free and turn around. "Howdy!" He said with a wide smile. The face of a trickster god itself with brown hair messed up into a sort of spike, his attire consisting of a white shirt with a blue and purple plaid unbuttoned overshirt with sleeves rolled up. Of course he had his muddy and torn jeans, but that was of no surprise at all. The first thing Matt did was barrel forward and wrap his arms around his old friend, happy to see they were still very much alive.
   
    "I'll let y'all catch up." Peg said as she smiled and walked off, tending to the dozens of people waiting for more drinks.


    Matthew sat at the bar, talking and occasionally getting up just to walk and stretch his legs. Everywhere he did though his friend was right at his side. The conversation eventually found it's way to a booth here Matt had actually started more discrete discussion, ones that he kept a wary eye out for Pat and Luke about. As the conversation continued so did the drinking, though he was reminded occasionally about his inability to get drunk, which was a point of annoyance for him. But an hour had passed, maybe a little more and he found himself looking over at Luke and Pat.

   "Wow...shit man." His friend said as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked over to Matthew, whose eyes both widened as he nodded and then killed the remainder of his 5th drink. "So...you're all scared that you're now in this marriage...and ye just might like her?"

  "No, all of me likes her. I'm just not sure...which part of me..." Matthew began as he frustrated himself over trying to mince his words. "I'm not sure who is the one who has a thing for her, alright?" He said as he snatched up his friend's drink and downed that too. His friend gave a wide smile and leaned away from him, putting his hands up in a feigned surrender, which warranted only a glare.

  "Seems to me like anyone with a lick-a common sense would probably jump on the opportunity. I mean... from what you say she's nice-ish. She's a bit controlling but that might actually be good for ya, you're always tryin' too hard to take care of everything. You need a partner, a friend before you need a lover. Sounds like she's pushin' the lover thing pretty hard but... well I just think that maybe you need to realize it's not every day that you find yourself in this situation. I mean she may not be "the one" but that one is long gone. You might not even be "the one" for her either. But if you got somethin good here? Hang onto it. You're sayin' that you feel as though you normally would have never fallen in love... well... maybe this is; call it god or Fate or whatever...maybe this is Matthew May finally catching a break. Maybe the relationship doesn't work. Maybe it does. Maybe you are conflicted. Maybe Yamm loves her and you don't. Maybe you love her and Yamm doesn't. No matter how you slice it... some part of you loves her, and some part of her loves you. You owe it to yourself, and her, to give it a shot. I promise you, even if it doesn't pan out; you two are gonna be fine." the words were well spoken, though a bit jumbled. Matt knew what it was that he was saying, but truthfully he still wasn't sold.

  He just met this woman and they had this chemistry, but he wasn't certain that it was him. Or maybe it was him, or what if things didn't...work out? Sure as far as his buddy knows it's just a little bit of an older chick. Truth is this dangerous bitch went and killed her last husband because she thought he got her son killed. Now her son is sleeping with someone whose practically his brother.

 "I hate my life." Matthew resolved as he tried to keep himself together. Then you had another looming problem. His whole secret vigilante lifestyle that he kept from Withdrawl and Drifter. Pat and Luke. This division only made decisions such as this "marriage" more difficult. He would decide to stand up and move past his friend, walking back towards the bar only to bump into Pat and Luke. Immediately he froe like a deer in headlights as he went to speak, he grew pale and he began to stammer before turning around and just walking back to the table.

  "I have a cyanide capsule here somewhere." he muttered, though his friend reached up and delivered a powerful swat to the back of Matt's head, the glasses flying off his face.

 "It's infatuation and maybe, at worst, love you little drama king. Thousands of people fall in and out of it all the damn time." He said as he scoffed and leaned back. "You've turned right into a hot mess since I last saw you. We've completely changed places." He leaned back and instantly the response that Matt gave took him off guard.

"How's my hound?"

As fun as leaving everyone behind to find a closet or go to the bathroom sounded, there were a couple of reasons why that wasn't happening. One, he didn't set this up just to spend time with Skyler. He wouldn't have went through all that hotel argument business if that were the case. Plain and simple, it was a dick move.

The other reason was, no, despite his little hint, it was only a joke. He might as well have been fifteen when it came to the subject of sex. It wasn't something he did lightly, and certainly was too much of a prud to do that in public. Either way though, he got a laugh out of it.

"Nah........ The brothers need some more glue. I just hope this works. I already lost one family." Lukas said, hammering back his drink right before he heard both Pat and Skyler say the music wasn't too bad. Drifter grimaced.

"Pat-a-tat-tat, yes it is terrible. Sounds like the instrumental to a early 2000s Lil' Wayne song mixed with bad dubstep." Luke said. He was showing clear signs of drunkenness now, laughing wildly after every sentence. He also seemed a bit off balance, and more then once used Skyler to stabilize, and at one point did the same on Pat's shoulder.

Finally, something a bit better came on. It still had the same electronica that clubs insisted on mixed in, but at least it wasn't ear rape.

With his drink gone, Skyler suggested they dance. He resisted a moment, planting his body into the ground as she tugged on his arm.

"Oh no no no, I'm horrible.............. Wait, hold on, just let me get this shot............ Ok, now I'm amazing. Let's dance." Drifter said, quickly getting and shooting a shot of tequila. He normally wouldn't dance no matter what anyone said, but tonight he might have just been drunk enough.

Just before they went off to the dance floor, Matt bumped right into Drifter. He looked like he had something to say, but then stuttered a minute and turned around to go back to a table he seemed to be sharing with someone. Luke smiled.

"After this dance, I'm gonna break that 'i can't get drunk' complex. You just watch." Luke said as Skyler finally managed to completely submerge him in the crowd. There were so many people in such a tight space, it was a wonder how this didn't turn into a riot.

As the song played, Drifter tried his best to drunkenly shake around. He really was not a dancer. Despite his love of music, judging by his movements he had no rhythm at all.

"SEE! I totally suck. But you know who is like, a world class break dancer? Pat." Luke said, pointing to his friend before starting to yell.

"Pat! Show um your moves! I believe in you! Everyone, my buddy is like, Step Up level at break dancing. Watch!" Drifter said, a wicked grin on his face. People started to pay attention to Pat now, cheering and expecting a show. Hell, they even formed a little ten foot wide circle, just like in the movies.

As dickish as this was, Luke truly wanted to see how Pat handled it. Maybe he would even have fun.

As for drinks, Pat decided against anything. Instead he just sat around, watching everyone go about with their lives while he sat, elbows on the table and chin resting on his palm. He was reminded however why he hated clubs. At least he could enjoy what Luke called dancing, granted he had no room to talk as far as that was concerned. He was pretty shit when it came to dancing, and the fact drinking was out of the question meant he had to sit there, his usual awkward and slightly grumpy self. Being invited to dance as well, that just made him...well not so pleased.

”Nah, i’m not exactly the dancing type. Sorta break so many stereotypes it’s not even funny.” He said waving off the invitation. ”You should totally dance though, give me something good to look at.” He smirked, letting the joke sink in before noticing that Matt was off doing whatever it was that Matt’s did in clubs, which involved bumping into people apparantly.”Well Matt, who’s the friend?” Pat asked,  seemingly perking up a few notches. He had a feeling Luke was calling him out for a dance battle, but all he did was shoot him a sideways middle finger.

No way was he going to embarrass himself in public. ”Anyway, I’m Pat.” He offered a hand and a wink, ignorable as it was. Whether it was to annoy Matt or legitimate no one could really say, though either was likely.

Pat was called out, but he just flipped Luke the bird as the masses gathered around. Matt's friend seemed to catch wind of the crowd and break away from the conversation a little bit to see what was happening. Pat made his way over to the table and seemed to take a particular interest in the guy Matt was talking to. Matt immediately looked at Pat, a little sad before looking to his glass solemn heaviness after Pat tried to turn on his charm. Matt brought the glass to his lips before taking a small sip.

     "Uh, for the next four minutes... I'm Pat too." Matt's friend said before returning the wink back at Withdrawl, sliding out of the booth and heading towards the dance floor. Matt watched as his friend walked over to where the crowd was a bit of a clamor or commotion. Matt looked about and sighed, attempting to find Malus. He would excuse himself from the table while Pat was distracted and would use his elite tracking ability to track down the phoenix. Nah, just kidding, he was totally winging it and looking wherever Pat was and where he was coming from. Knowing Malus he was following Patrick around like a lost puppy.

  "Hey Uh... we need to talk." He said as he looked to Malus, he said it friendly and nice, but his eyes were determined. He was going to have a conversation with Malus and if he had to he wasn't above resorting to a little blackmail. "So I'm uh... my friend's information source basically. I'm like...Oracle, but not as hot...and not as crippled. I uh- gotta talk to you about Pat. Come to the bar with me."  He insisted in a friendly way, a little lopsided smile on his face as he tried to be as friendly as he knew how to.

  Meanwhile, back on the dance floor, Matt's friend was getting ready to light it up. With no one to actually challenge him he felt like he could show off a little. He showed off a little footwork, a couple stomps on the ground before the music froze. Matt's friend froze with wide eyes and began to fall forward, but as he was id fall the music pickec back up again, his arms falling out and positioning out on the ground as he transitioned into fast paced flare styled flips. The momentum of his fall shifted into rotating his legs and utilizing the generated momentum to continue to go from there as he became a whipping blur of plaid and jeans. In the middle of a flair, the dude bent his arms and shoved off, flipping off to the side a bit and landing on one foot, the heel specifically as he let the momentum carry him like a spinning top, his overshirt whipping around. Then the spinning came to an end, both of his heels were on the ground and his plaid overshirt had been removed in the chaos, now hung over his shoulder like a matador with the red cape.

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His plaid shirt fell over it dramatically before he'd to whip it around and put it on, not noticing that he actually put it on backwards, sighing and wiping the sweat off of his forehead and tried to catch his breath.

Pat was no fun. Granted, Luke probably wouldn't have gone through with being publicly embarrassed, but that was pointless self reflection. Pat should have danced, dammit!

Drifter laughed at being flipped off, and his drunkenness was at an all time high after his most recent round of shots. Even though Pat hadn't decided to provide for Luke's entertainment, the guy that was previously sitting with Matt decided to instead. Of course, it wasn't the humorous type of entertainment, but perhaps it was better.

The guy had some moves. Drifter just stared, sipping his drink and enjoying the feeling of his high blood alcohol level. His mind was making some weird jumps at this point. He had saw Pat trying to flirt with the guy, even though he came to this club with Malus, and now he was seeing this person dance like some world class performer. The only logical conclusion when you add in the fact Drifter disliked Malus, was getting Pat and this guy hooked up.

Lukas downed his last drink of the night, then staggered over to Matt's table. He sat down just as Matt's mysterious friend's  performance was coming to a close, light visible in his glazed eyes, and a devilish smirk on his face.

"Well well well, Patrick, you're shooting even higher. Dude has some skills. Albeit some completely unnecessary one's, but skillz none the less........" Luke said to Pat as the clapping subsided. Matt had left the table, which allowed a perfect time for Drifter and Withdrawal to ambush this guy.

"You know what.......? I'm just drunk enough to wingman for a gay friend. Call it, um, making it up to you? Sure, let's go with that. Fuck that other dude you brought. You clearly don't like him as much as Shirt On Backwards." Drifter said, just as, presumably, Matt's little friend returned to the table. Luke smiled warmly, holding out his hand for a shake.

"Sup kid? Name's Lukas, with a K. That's Pat, with a P. We're sorta Matty's pain in the ass.......Not physically, of course.... Well, at least not me. Can't say the same for Pat." Drifter rattled off. He was talking a mile a minute. Apparently somebody put a quarter in him.

"Anyway, those are some sick moves you got there. I know Pat liked them. I've known him long enough to know he likes a guy with certain......flexibility. Likely that jaw line, too.." Drifter said. He had no filter right now, evident by the ear to ear smirk permenantly plastered onto his face. This would either make this guy feel uncomfortable, angry, or embarrassed. But hell, if he could get the guy to blush, he was doing his job right.

Reading social cues was not something that Pat could say he prided himself in, but he had hoped the wink returned to him was something along the lines of the male returning the flirtation. That was when Matt's friend, now being Pat as he began to show his moves on the dance floor with what could easily be called admirable skill. How anyone could dance like that was beyond his own understanding, but then again he couldn’t help appreciate the show of dexterity.  Focusing on the dancing allowed Luke to sneak up on him with no problem, which lead to Pat jumping slightly when he turned to the male with an arced brow. Both of them had figured out his aim, but then again he hadn’t expected Luke as drunk as he seemed to figure that part out. ”Yeah, his skills are pretty good.” He admitted, though Luke didn’t seem too interested in the subtlety side of things, mentioning something about being a wingman.

His friend was making sure to show his disdain for Malus, which brought context to him helping Pat try and flirt with the stranger. Still, the following conversation did make thing a little awkward considering how open Luke was being about things, which only made him avert his eyes in slight embarrassment. Not that he hadn’t intended to flirt with the guy, but working up to it was the intention. Bringing Matt into it only made him cough, as if he had somehow managed to choke on his own saliva.

”Yeah, you had some pretty great moves. I didn't know anyone could move like that.” That much he could agree on. ”So...um...what’s your poison?” He asked, trying to conjure up a grin or maybe even just a smile, keeping in mind what he said and ordering said drink, before settling it down before him. ”Drinks on me.” He added, hoping Luke didn’t make this any more awkward than it was.

"You're hot. You're obviously pretty funny and you're doing all the right things.... for absolutely anyone else." Matt said for a moment as he sighed and nodded a bit, turning to Malus and giving him the bad news. "Pat's not like most guys. He's different. He has to have an area of interest. He needs to be interested, something needs to snag him and keep him there. You need an allure of mystery. You need to be someone he can rely on, but yet can still keep him guessing. Sadly you're just plain, old...whatever you are." He said as he took another large gulp of his drink. He cleared his throat and sighed.

  "I mean. That's what I thought. But I've been looking over my phone a bit. You know. Just...simple stuff. Then, you know I looked at you and I said "Oh...man. He just has one of those faces. One of those ones chiseled right from history." He said as he took out his phone and went to the "Downloads" folder and selected the picture of Malus that he had taken. "I mean, that picture is... O-L-D Old. Found it online. From over a hundred years ago though... couldn't possibly be you." He said as he looked to Malus with one of those faces where he was very seriously staring him down. He didn't take his eyes away he just drank from his drink.

  "Be a bad boy. Let this slip a little, make him wonder who you are. Make him wonder what you know. He's manipulative, he doesn't even realize it, but you've got something right here...that will help you earn a fair shot." He said as he killed the drink in his hand, finishing it very quickly and letting out a hiss as it burned just the right amount. He looked to Malus and smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me... I gotta confession to make." He said as he stepped away from Malus and moved back to the table with Luke and Pat and old buddy.

  "Well, Hi Lukas with a k and Pat with a P." The guy said, slightly taken off guard by Luke's sudden burst of speaking. He was trying to follow Luke's words and process everything that was happening, including the comment about the pain in the ass, which made him smile rather wide, especially after seeing Pat's spittake of it. Luke made the comment about seeing some sick skills, which made the young man nod with a bit of pride, but then found himself awkwardly pinned down at the comment of flexibility and the jawline.

  "You're just a tad smashed bro."  He said as he smiled and looked over to Pat, who affirmed that they were good moves, Pat suddenly asking what his poison was. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. "Oh uh, Long Island Iced-Tea tends to be-" He said before realizing what Pat was doing. He stammered to try and stop him but it was too late. He already declared that the drinks were on him. He sighed and nodded with a slightly amusing smirk.

  "Eh...Thanks? Name's Ash. Matt's pain in the ass before ya." He said as he nodded and took the drink, letting out a nice and refreshed sigh. He jumped when he suddenly felt something pull on him, he jumped and looked back to see Matt pulling on his collar.

 "Shirts on inside-out." He stated before he cleared his throat and looked to Luke and Pat. "I gotta talk to you guys...Bad." Matt said before looking to Luke and then Pat. Ash suddenly had a worried look on is face before clearing his throat and interjecting.  

 "Actually Matty, I was just gonna take Pat and we were gonna have a couple drinks. If, he's up for it of course. I do owe him after all." He said rather affirmed and nodding at Matt before looking to Pat. Matt was going to say something but then stopped and looked to Luke.

  "Fine. One at a time then." He sighed, trying to take Drifter with him before Skyler, Matt's normally nice expression and attitude burning away for a moment as he scoffed, shaking his head. "H-hey I'm sure it's important but can it wait 5 minutes. PLEASE? I'm seriously trying to salvage my life. You can have him back right quick.. Just look for him to punch me." He said as he still urged Lukas to follow him.