Ymiden 1 717, Noon
Location: Pat's Apartment
So it had been done. Patrick went out earlier this morning and purchased a safe at the bank of Rharne, decided it was time he found a place to store his personal shit. More or less things that Pat felt were necessary to keep hidden away, until a time would come where he should need them out again. They were safer there anyways than in his apartment, so the only thing left to do was indulge in something that would drown out his sorrows. He'd asked Daveth if he could have the day to himself, likely would do the same with Rose later, and been given that time due to personal issues.
Yes. Daveth knew a bit about what went on, about how Pat's recent relationship pretty much crashed and burned, about the dangerous pet that he supposedly had... which gave him the bite to begin with. Then of course there was just stress in general, every time Pat came home to be alone he still felt insecure with the place. Maybe it had been due to the fact Kar had came inside and nearly killed him once, or maybe it had been due to the fact this place held some fond memories...
Now though? Pat just wanted all that to just stop bothering him, to just go away for one day and allow him time to think. Thus after he went and deposited those things at the bank, the unusual sundial thingy included, Pat made his stop at the Boar and then bought himself a couple of favors to help ease the mind. Once he entered his home once more the bartender sat both bottles of whiskey on the table, his gaze shifted to the cupboard where he'd considered getting a glass to drink out of. But why bother though? He bought these two drinks for himself after all, so really they only needed to be drunk... by himself.
All alone... Rei couldn't drink at all, that's for damn sure at least. The little fairy would definitely kill over fast from even sipping the stuff. He sighed as this only led him to remember how alone he really felt, the cork of the first bottle popped with a pull from the lip. Without a trill to spare he went all in for the first drink, the bottle in a high tilt as the liquidated fire burned his tongue and throat. He took deep heavy breathes through his nose as he continued to drink, pushed past the sensation of burning he felt within the act of drinking. He made it about halfway through the bottle until he finally gave in, and tilted it back down to allow himself to breathe a little easier.
He exhaled and shortly afterwards belched a good ten trills, the second bottle grabbed as he moved from the table to his bed next. Simply put he placed the second bottle down on the floor, while he laid on his mattress with the opened one rested on his chest. Patrick had a lot to think about really. A lot to cool off from, to mellow out with or whatever the appropriate term was. Truth be told he'd felt ready to give in, become same old self destructive Patrick. The one that cared for nothing more than booze, sex, and money. All because of how well things had gone to shit last season.