Drink It In (Patricia & Albrecht)

There it was again, the heavy and tense atmosphere. He figured she didn't enjoy losing in contests , but it seemed like her mood got even worse now. Was it something he did? It was just a competition, she didn't had to get worked up over it... Although it was not so different from the touching situation. Something that's simple for one person might not be as simple to another one...? That sounds about right, Astrid used to say something similar to him during some of her lectures after he got himself into trouble. If only she was still around to advise him... He'd remain quiet, not wanting to anger her any further, unless she adrdessed him directly. He didn't even made any moves, when the bill came in, her stare said it all.

"... As you wish, it won't repeat again." She asked him to cease and so he'd comply to her request. Were they ever to play something together again he'd have to restrain himself from getting competitive. It should not be hard, he had other people who took rivalries way better. His silence continued, trying to be friendly only got her angrier the first time, staying away for a while should be the solution.

She would finally address him again, still quite angry. He would have to measure his words carefully to not anger her further. Attempting to put up a half smile the knight calmly yet firmly spoke.

"Of course. It seems like it got colder though, are you alright?" He stopped for a moment, struggling to think on something to say. Changing subjects should salvage the atmosphere. He'd follow Patty closely of course, the streets are dangerous at night with Demons and Terrorists roaming around. "Do you like baseball? I ask because of your shirt. I never played it or many traditional sports to be honest, i prefer sword duels and fencing..."

It wasn't usually tough for her to just let go and get back to something she liked but when something stuck it stuck really hard. It felt shitty and she felt shitty because she was the one that was causing problems. It really wasn't about him or anything he did or said, Patty was caught on her own issues and hang ups. But like, she could just get wasted later and forget about it. It already made her feel terrible that he was getting all quiet again because she turned into a psycho bitch over the period of a minute and a half but that wasn't her fault, she wasn't trying to act like a bitch or anything. He was the next one to initiate, just as she was about to collect herself and move past it. Honestly she didn't like it when people asked her what her deal was because that like made it obvious something was wrong in the first place and she liked to act like nothing was. There wasn't any point in just stewing in it, y'know?

Patricia rolled her neck and didn't look at him when she answered at first.
"No, I mean, yeah. It's fine. Don't worry about it." She didn't wanna come across as some kind of bipolar mess, she wouldn't get anywhere with that kind of attitude. Like, this was fun until she fucked it all up. She took a deep breath through her nose, like a full-body breath that she moved with and closed her eyes. Just, like, breathing out her problems. When her eyes opened again she was engaged and peppy with a wide and friendly smile.


She wasn't really that cold, yeah it was sorta chilly but she wanted to salvage anything she could out of the date. So she wanted his jacket. Like, she could move past losing the game of pool for herself if she could just get that. It was a different kind of victory, like taking the guy's jacket was a Big Deal so it technically meant she was getting where she wanted to. Sorta. At least she'd think she'd look badass in it.
"Like, can I borrow your jacket? I'm really kind of jealous you have pants right now. Hahaha, unless you let me borrow your pants instead but I think you're gonna get looks if ya did," she joked with a shrug and a laugh. A look of realization flashed across Patricia's face before she broke into giggling when Albrecht asked about sports.
"Heeheeheehaha oh FUCK! We didn't even watch the football match!" She shrugged a little and looked over at him, trying to make her eyes enticing with a soft grin.
"Eh, screw it. We had fun anyway, right?"

She calmed down, just as suddenly she had been angered. Were this their first meeting he'd be left with the impression she had a mercurial mood. She was happy and friendly again, that's what mattered. He wasn't one to let his mood be influenced by the mood of others, but it would still be an unpleasant experience. She also had made a comment about his pants, which he wasn't sure how to react to it, simply staring in silence for a brief moment, he remained stoic as he removed his coat and placed it over her shoulders covering her. Albrecht was revealed to be wearing a long sleeved black shirt.

"There, just please return it later." Albrecht reflexively folded his arms, he really liked that jacket and he doesn't easily attach himself to objects. As he had previously mentioned it was a gift he cared for, it would be somewhat inconsiderate of her to not return once no longer necessary, he knew very well when some people "borrowed" something it was good as gone. "And i have no plans to taking off my pants, it would be rude and inappropriate." He added with a half hearted chuckle, attempting to play along.

His eyebrow was raised in reaction to the girl's laughter, confused at what caused the outburst he tilted his head slightly. She mentioned that they missed the football game, finally settling in what was so funny about the situation. The ghost of a smile escaped him before fading.

"I suppose so." He replied. The Knight remained neutral in tone despite his amusement."We will have to make up for it next time. Been a while since i sat down to watch sports..."

To Albrecht's benefit Patricia was no longer mad about losing their game of pool, in fact she'd pretty much already wiped it from her memory. Like, that shit happened 20 minutes ago, it was already in the past. She was a lot more excited because Patty started winning the game he didn't know they were playing. She'd take a successful date over a game of pool anyway, all she had to do was pay for drinks, whatevs. The skinny girl just kept up her pleasant smile as Albrecht glared at her as if she were daring him to say something about it. She skipped a little and squealed when he gave his jacked up for her though.
"Ooooooh! You're so awesome!" she chirped as she swaddled herself in it. It was freakin' huge on her, running her arms through the sleeves her fingertips barely reached the cuffs. She began to roll the sleeves on it to compensate, but even then they'd hang loosely like bells on her twiggy arms. He was laughing at her jokes too, which only encouraged her to keep acting like she'd been all night.
"I dunno about that... I'm sure somebody would get a kick out of it! Ahahahaha! Aha, ahahahaheeha!" she giggled some more as if it was the funniest thing she could of said at that moment. But she wouldn't give him any room to protest her like last time, she just hoped he'd take the hint. Like, not so much a hint more than it was a giant flashing sign with sirens that happened to be on fire.

After her giggling subsided she immediately wipped around in front of Albrecht to walk backward in front of him, the lenghy tail of the jacket flipping through the night air.
"How do I look? Am I badass like you?" she complimented, fishing for one of her own at the same time. She'd strike a few poses as she continued to pedal backward, flexing her non-existent biceps, placing her hands on her hips and the like. Patricia became elated when he brought up "doing something next time" of course. He wanted a second date! So like, this one went well and stuff. She'd still try to game him and see how far she could get but like unless she majorly fucked it up.


The succubus began bringing up sports, keeping pretty talkative as they travelled and filling the silence by asking her own questions whenever it stretched too long for her to enjoy. She brought up going to hockey games, what she thought about certain teams, but would keep the conversations going wherever it wanted to go. At some point while they continued she would try to take hold of his arm with hers so they could walk like a couple, however way he took it she'd try to keep the mood light and not get hung up on it. Soon they would near the Seven Stars dormitories...

Her overly happy attitude and squealing got a shocked and confused look from the knight. Did he do something to cause the outburst? Was she faking it? Or did she really liked his jacket that much? He was not sure how to react, he never made anyone this happy before. Awkwardly he watched the delinquent play around with his coat a bit, it was too large for her but she should be warm.

"Uhm, right..." He was still caught up on her happy outburst to properly react to her comment about the pants. It didn't go unnoticed, he was too busy trying to collect himself to say something, anything at all. "Hahah, i guess it would be kinda funny." He laughed, it was obviously empty and forced. He knew very well that's not what she meant, but it was his way around her flirting.

The girl continued to play around with his jacket a bit, running ahead. He was admittedly distracted by her, even for just a moment. Maybe it was her gleeful and carefree demeanor or maybe she just looked appealing with his clothes on. Although he froze, no blush or hint of him being flustered was shown.

"Badass...? No. Hm, i'd say cute." He stated while watching her fool around. Albrecht should know better to not say stuff like that, if anything it would just fuel her more. An obvious mistake that the Lion would deeply regret in the future surely, he just felt compelled to speak his mind as he always does.


The girl ignored his objections of getting touchy yet again, this time she wasn't sinful about it and it was also good to keep her close if the intention to keep her safe. He'd allow her to take his arm, only grunting and rolling his eyes about it but not doing anything to push her away. He'd entertain her conversation about sports as well, although he was largely uninformed about hockey and would inevitably take a more passive role in the conversation as long it didn't concern his personal life, in which case he'd change subject or cut her off. This should be over soon anyways.

Albrecht was right to be wary of letting Patty get her way. She had frozen when she tried to take his arm and he grumbled about it... but went ahead anyway, if he wasn't gonna say anything about it she was going to keep doing it. She had been initially and almost apparently confused by his demeanor, it looked like she was annoying him, she could read between those lines, but at the same time he called her cute. She'd gush and continue to try to act more cute, smile more, play around more, acting almost childish. At least she was entertained on the way home.


The two of them would eventually reach the dorms of Seven Stars, later than most people were out and about. Everyone would be winding down for the night, the dormitory had the majority of its lights out save for the ones in the main hallway and the odd room here or there. It was past 11 though so the night was just beginning for Patty but she probably wouldn't go out again, just drink in her room. Hopefully with a hot guy, she'd have to ask in the right way.
"Here we are. My prison cell," she joked, gesturing toward the dark building. She'd take herself off his arm and move to stand in front of him, somewhat close. She held her hands behind her and cocked a heel outward with an innocent smile and big eyes to look as cute as she could possibly be, hoping it worked.
"So, didja have fun?" she asked with an upbeat tone, swaying just slightly. She'd give him time to answer before she'd pop her question.
"So like... do you wanna keep going? It's only like 11 and we don't have school tomorrow. I've got some really good hard cider in my room, you'll like it, I made it myself. You think we could watch the replay of the game they do at night?" Really it was the only thing she could have in her dorm and not get caught with it. Cider looked like apple juice so no one checked and she could have the normal cider and yeast and apple spice so like, no one suspected a thing. Plus her room smelled like spiced apples and that was always a good thing. Watching the game was a ruse of course, she didn't really intend on paying attention to it much but like he might go for it?

As he expected, most of the dorm was at sleep at this time of the dark, and save for a few exceptions all the lights were out. With that in mind he'd make effort to be as silent as possible while walking with Patty, not that he was clumsy but he was well... large and could hit things while in darker areas if not attentive.

"Hm... It can't be worse than my room." He stated, neutral in tone and expression, his attention seemed to be settled on the distance. His bedroom was small, only having a plain bed, wardrobe and a desk with a couple books on top of it. It was also quite small, not much more space for other furniture, perhaps a radio or a small tv by his desk but he had little interest in either. He looked back at Patricia, who smiled like a child, and asked how he felt about that night. "Yeah, the place was pleasant and it had good drinks. Nice pick, Patricia."

The girl made a proposition, to enter her roo to watch games and drink even more. It sounded innocent, but he wondered if she had second intentions and if she didn't if he should go along, it could start some nasty rumors about her, he particularly didn't care about rumors on himself as he only owed satisfaction to god, who was all seeing and just. There was also the church of freaks to factor in, returning after midnight could cause worry on Maria, particularly after how he arrived at the church drunk late at night and caused a mess.

"I appreciate the offer, but i don't believe i should or could. People back home might be worried if i stay away for the night without any warning." He rubbed the back of his head, his expression worried.

"Doooooon't tell me you're a slob," she teased. She wouldn't be surprised if he sorta was, most guys' rooms she'd been in where tornados of dirty clothes and random junk. Even some of the more well-put-together ones were sorta messy and no matter how clean or not they were she noticed that all guys had this, like... aversion to decoration. Most of them didn't have anything on the walls, no decorations, no plants, nothing, and even if there was something it was stupid guy stuff like something about videogames or a pin-up poster or swords on the walls and junk.
"You really don't seem like the type, like, you're too...... I dunno, structured to be a slob? Does that make sense? Like, I bet you make your bed on the weekends right?" the girl chuckled casually. While he was being careful Patricia would be basically skipping through the shadows nearly. Late night was her perfect time of the day and it really got her energized, like, the dark was moody and exciting and it got her heart going to be the only ones out in the dead of night.
"Shyeah I know, right? We have to go back sometime," she'd comment slyly, trying to fish out more promises to do this again. Despite getting upset earlier she was still having fun so like it wasn't perfect but she'd do it again.

Of course he wasn't really receptive to her idea, which sucked but she could understand. Like, he didn't flat-out tell her "no", he had a good reason. It was easy to forget that he was really religious and stuff while they were just hanging out so like, whoever he was staying with was probably gonna kill'im for staying out as late as he did already. She'd just have to spring for next time. Or start earlier in the day. If they would've come back at say 9-ish she could've probably gotten him to hang out some more. All in all she wasn't really disappointed.
"Yeah, I bet they'd worry about you getting jumped and winding up with bruised knuckles, haheh," she chuckled some more, reaching in to lightly smack his arm. Like, he was built like a tank, who would even worry about him staying out at night? She was like a quarter of his size and got fucked up a lot and she stayed out at night just fine. But like always, Patricia still wanted to get her way, at least a little. She leaned in a little bit and perked her head up, giving him bright and expectant look.
"Soooooooooo..." she droned, waiting for him to make some kind of move and making it pretty damn clear what she wanted. Like, it was clear to her anyway.
C'mon c'mooooooooon just freakin' kiss me you dense hunky bastard...

"No, it's just really small." He shook his head. She was correct though, his room was very tidy as back in Helsreach not taking good care of your belongings, and that included your bed, resulted in punishment. Cleaning the bathroom or washing the dishes for weeks were common penalties to the careless, more physical punishments were not unheard of. Luckily he never had to face those himself, conversely isolation was something he grew used to every time his anger got out of hand. "You are correct, i take good care of my room. As small as it is." The Knight nodded at the delinquent, confirming and praising a bit, even.

She didn't seem so happy with it at some point, but he nodded when she spoke of them hanging out again. Honestly though he was a bit unsure if he should, he wanted to keep a safe distance from people, not just physical distance, but Patricia wanted more and that was problematic. She followed with a joke about him being easy to repel any would be aggressor and laughed, out of politeness though. Before he noticed the girl leaned closer to him, very likely expecting a kiss, Brother Tankred had warned him of situations like this(though he would have encourage Albrecht to go with it, something about chivalrous code). Instinctively he stepped back from the girl, setting some distance between each other.

"It was a fun night, i hope you sleep well." He extended his hand, for a handshake. "Oh... Could you please return my jacket?"

Geez dude ANY room is small with you in it.
Like, she was pretty right though. He was freakin' huge! She was totally swimming in his jacket, she was pretty shocked he could fit through doorways. But yeah, she knew he was kind of a neat freak, he had this feel about him about liking certain stuff the way it was. Prooooooobably why he wasn't taking any chances. That'd be something to figure out later, was she gonna have to hold his and walk him or was that just gonna piss him off? Like, he could be cool and stuff and she liked awkward guys, they were really fun to play with, but holy shit she'd really have to try to avoid getting on his bad side and still going where she wanted to go. It might be interesting. Might suck though.

As expected, he didn't take her up on her offer again. She was gonna be really disappointed and frustrated until he stuck out his hand for a handshake. Patty was stunned. The thug looked at his hand and then back to him, back to his hand and back to him before her stunned face cracked into a smirk... and then uproarious laughter.
"Ahaheh... Ahahahahahaha! Hoooooly shit are you serious!? Ahahahahahahaha!" It was enough to cause her to buckle and she clutched her face to try to stifle her giggles. She clasped his hand but didn't shake it, instead pulling him in (more like pulling herself to him) for a hug.
"Ahahahahahahooooooly shit Albrecht. Ahahahahave a good night ahaha... haaaaaaaa... Oh my gawd, dude..."

She couldn't help herself, it was just too damn funny. The best part was she wasn't sure if he meant to or not. It was completely adorable. It was preeeeeeetty tempting to just walk off in his jacket but she should probably give it back if he asked for it. She did take a step away before she decided but stopped, putting her feet together wiggling her body to shake it off her shoulders as she stuck her tongue out past her teeth at him in some sort of silly strip-tease before tossing it at him.
"Heeheehahahaha, I'll text you tomorrow, 'kay?" she laughed before sauntering off chuckling to herself. "Hahahahaho-o-o my ga-a-a-awd..."

Patricia wouldn't go through the entrance curiously enough, she'd wind her way around the building until she reached the end, popping open the window and climbing inside. Like, she didn't want to get caught sneaking back way past dark. Nothing would happen since she'd talk her way out of it but it was a pain in the ass she didn't want to deal with. She'd sit in the dark for a bit and wait until he was out of eyesight, safe from prying eyes in her room before climbing out into the night again. Like, that was a ride, but she just went the whole night without a cigarette and reeeeaaaally needed one. Albrecht didn't really need to know she smoked yet, she didn't want him to. It was still a really fun night, she guessed she wouldn't drink that much and just turn in but she was already energized. It might be fun to go out and fight something, or at least something it'd be something to think about. Or movies. Movies might be good.

Albrecht was left stunned at her loud laughter. Wondering what he had done to cause such reaction from Patricia, he didn't even resist her hug, although he was quite stiff. The Lion only snapped from his shock when the girl began to take the jacket away, she did a silly face and a bit of show off, neither he reacted to. He just looked at her and waited before he threw it back at him, he managed to grab it, albeit delayed as he was still confused.

"Uhm, good night, Patricia." Without understanding much what just had happened there, he took his leave. Returning to the church for a good night of sleep.