You flop back against the couch, hissing "chill" to Spence. He seems to get it immediately, loosening his posture. He glanced over his shoulder as Pat walked back in. "Have a nice shit?" he asked with a toothy grin, shifting up to snatch his half full beer.
"Fuck off," Pat groaned as he grabbed a pillow off of the floor.
"Where's the little dude?" you asked, scanning Pat's hands. He snorts before vaguely waving his hand towards the bathroom. Then he gave them his good nights, and disappeared down the hall.
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