Mixtape[Patty]

This was a mistake, a grave mistake. He knew he shouldn't go through with something like this, that he'd deeply regret it at the end of the day. Yet there he was, walking towards Patty's dorm room. Holding a plastic bag in his hand with a pack of beer cans and sorted snacks he found while buying the beer. At each step the guilt and regret gnawing inside his head grew stronger. It wasn't long before he found himself starring at Patricia's door, a deep sigh escaped his mouth. He'd rest the plastic bag on the ground, and with his right hand he prepared to knock on the door, he hesitated for a second, but then he knocked twice and hard. Quietly he waited for the Delinquent to show up, she'd see him wearing his usual garb of the dark and long coat. He'd be forcing a half smile when she opened the door while holding the plastic bag up high.

Patricia was just happy to get out of class for the day. Her foot didn't hurt as much but it still bothered her that she wasn't able to go run or explore the halls as good during her breaktime, and she had to pack her shoes with guaze so it wouldn't suck to walk on. She was right after all, they didn't give her shit for her injury. Acetomeniphen for that day and an ice pack she could have, she had to actually ask for more moleskin and she only got that day off because Albrecht brought her in but she got an exercise chit that said she couldn't do anything that involved running for like a week and a half. Which sucked but whatever. So instead of going out and having fun she was stuck cooped up in her room. Seriously lame. At least Albrecht was coming over to get rid of the dullness, when she had to stay in her room the whole day before she drove herself crazy and ended up going on a robo-trip. Now she was out of cough syrup and bored again, laying on her bed with her ankle over her knee looking up dumb shit on the internet.

The lanky girl nearly jumped out of bed when she heard the knock at the door, pitching her phone onto her futon couch so she could slowly and carefully walk over to open it. Patty answered the door in her casual "I'm just wearing stuff because society says I have to but I'm not going anywhere so fuck it" clothes, which happened to be a loose Anomolous Crowd tye-dye shirt, black running shorts, and the bandages over her the top of her foot. Her face lit up when she saw who it was, regardless that she knew he was coming. He was totally her life preserver from the Sea of Lame right now. He was really cute too with his badass jacket and embarrassed smile.
"Heeeey Albrecht!" she chirped, stepping forward and opening her arms for a hug but the German boy had made a good move. She spied the beer poking through the top of the bag. Her arms wrapped around it instead and she clutched it to her chest like she hadn't seen it for years. Albrecht would be safe from the Hug of Doom. For now...

"Oh my gawd I love you SO much right now!" she chirped, "Haha c'mon, let's get drunk." She'd pull on the lapel of his coat once to lead him inside, walking slowly. Inside her room was a recurring theme of violet and blue, blue comfortor with violet pillows on her bed, blue shag circle rug, violet curtains, blue-violet tye-dye futon couch cover to give off a chill vibe. Her room wasn't messy but it wasn't pristine either, more like "busy". Except for the bathroom where every last square inch of the sink was covered in bottles of makeup and other junk. There was something going on in every corner you'd look to, various knick knacks or stuffed animals, figurines on her desk, magazines out, decorations... Even the lights were decorative, her normal lamp that came with the room had a blacklight bulb and circling the ceiling of the room were soft whit christmas lights to give off a sort of dreamy glow. Buuuuut the sun was out so her shades and window was open.

Patricia marched over to the futon, turned on her heel and allowed herself to flop down onto it, pulling a beer from the bag to pop the tab off of.
"So wassup?"

She went for the plastic bag first, surprisingly. Though those were good news, if she ever got too touchy he could distract her with beer. For someone like her it must be excruciating to be home-bound like that, yet she appeared quite happy to see him. With a nod he entered her room (though he was basically pulled in), which was quite colorful and very decorated. He'd look around for a while, admittedly a bit thrown off. He was used to dull, simple, grey rooms in Helsreach and his bedroom in the Church of Freaks was equally as plain. He didn't dislike it though, it would just take some time for him to get used to this environment.

"...Nice room." He finally spoke, grabbing a beer can for himself and cracking it open. He wasn't sure where to sit so he just stood somewhere in the room, holding his can and looking at the girl. Using modern lingo she asked how he was. "Fine i suppose, still struggling with school grades a bit. But i care more about my training than studies, honestly... What about you?" He had other worries in his mind, but none that she should know of.

"Ya I've been rearranging it," she explained, kicking up her weak foot to rest it on the back of the futon, "Like this used to be over there but I could get more corner space by putting my bed up to the window and putting the couch here so you can, like, watch TV from anywhere in the room and stuff." Patty messed with her room a lot, like at least once every two months. This time it was blue and tie-dye, last time it was more purple and everything was different. Patty liked to rearrange her room when she was bored out of her fucking skull. He'd grab a beer too but she smiled as he just... stood in the room. Like he didn't know what to do with himself. Fuck he was adorable.


She nursed his beer as she waited for him to do something, probably just stand there awkwardly. He needed to relax and junk, like, they were hanging out and it wasn't a big deal. Unless it turned into one. That'd be a different kind of fun and it'd happen if it happened, she'd see where it went. At least they could kinda relate with their mutual hatred of school. It was so fuckin' pointless, yo. Like, she wasn't gonna get anything out of it, she only went because she was being forced to under threat of imprisonment even if she made the most of it. Patricia had no love for school despite her carefree nature and actively and powerfully despised it. It was another noose around her neck and totally freakin' pointless. She had enough of those already. But she wasn't gonna talk about it.
"UUUUUUUUURGH!" she exclaimed, slapping a palm over her face, "I am SO freakin' BOOOOOOOOORED-UH! I can't go anywhere, I can't do anything, I can't hang out with people like... all I can do is study and waste time and like... holy fuck, just kill me now dude." Patty shook her hair. It was really freakin' lame getting cooped up like this, if Albrecht didn't show up she was gonna go out of her mind. She already watched all the TV shows she wanted to watch, gaming was for loser dweebs with no lives, and she was out of options. Like she was tempted to do something stupid just so she could have entertainment at this point. Still could, that wasn't really off the table.

The lanky girl would toss and turn on the futon, visibly uncomfortable. She hated needing to do stuff, including like staying off her foot so it'd get better. Fuck that. Patty wanted to go skateboard and shit. It didn't even feel that bad! But no, because life sucked then you died. She growled out her irritation in a sigh and drank about half her beer in one go. She thought she should keep the conversation while she could. Patty didn't give a fuck if they listened to any music or not, it was just an excuse to get him to hang out.
"So like... how's training and junk? Having fun?" Patty couldn't imagine what crazy shit the Cadets would do for training. Probably just fight each other a lot. She really needed to do that with some of the Playhouse people but she didn't think if she walked in and said hey who wants a free ass-kicking!? they'd be very receptive. They were a bunch of killjoys a lot of the time.

"I see. You... did a good job." He spoke before directing himself to the couch. With a sigh he'd let his coat slide down before removing it and just leaving it on besides him on the couch. Now he was in his black tank top, holding the open can in one of his hands. He took a sip out of it while he listened to the girl rant about he boredom. The Knight didn't had any solutions but he still had sympathy for her situation. "I'm here now, maybe my company can entertain you for a while. Though it sounds like a hobby could help, reading about something you like could help." He followed it with a light shrug.

When asked about his training he stared down at his feet for a couple moments. He'd look at her again, still trying to keep a weak smile on his face. Though he had no reason to be smiling.

"Recently i had a sword duel with another cadet. I was victorious but my opponent was skilled, her style was also quite different from what i was used to. It was an interesting learning experience." Despite the Princess' behavior he could not deny her personal skill and power. Still, he didn't dislike her as much as one of his peers did. "So uhm... The songs, right? I'm curious to hear what you picked."

Patty thought it was cute he was trying to say nice things. She knew that Albrecht didn't really care about her room or anything, he was just trying to make her happy in his own I'm so aloof and I'm allergic to attention from girls kind of way. Even if she knew he didn't care it still meant a lot.
"Hmmhmm, thanks~<3. Yo, you should see it when the lights are off. I got glow lights, they look really cool!" she crowed. Like, it was true though. Her room looked SUPER cool at night, like a hazy dream. It was pretty awesome to get fucked up in. Patty sat up on her hands as Albrecht took a seat, watching him as he also took a spot on the futon and she immediately violated the "no-touching" clause and scooted over so she could rest her back against his arm, propping her up. The lanky girl lilted her head at him with a closed-eyed smile letting him know she knew exactly what she was doing. But like, this should be okay. She didn't climb in his freakin' lap or anything so there shouldn't be a problem.

Patricia sighed and ran her hand through her hair and sipped her beer.
"I don't wanna read, I wanna DO something. Reading's boring, I can read in school. All my hobbies are outside, I feel like I'm in jail or something." She pouted a bit, but only for a little while. It sucked getting injured, it was like putting yourself on house arrest. Like it didn't even hurt that much, her foot just wasn't gonna heal if she ran around on it. Part of her wanted to suck it up and do it anyway, it'd take longer but she'd be fine. Her depressed attitude would only last a moment longer as she got all touchy and not in the way that pissed off Albrecht.


Patty didn't like to think about the bad shit, so she'd take her bad mood out back and shoot it so she could focus on enjoying herself right now. She put her smile back on and looked up to Albrecht.


It didn't really have anything to do with anything but like, she went pretty much ALL day without talking to people and that was hell, he couldn't understand just how glad she was to have someone here she could interact with. She'd smile with his own smile as he talked about his Cadet stuff.
"Hey, that's pretty cool! You're pretty good at sword-fighting huh? Yo yooooo, we should fight some time!~" Beating up on each other with foam bats sounded like it could be fun for a while, she wanted to see how good he really was. Her eyes lit up when he went on about songs. Like... she kinda didn't care but it was something else she could show him and he seemed into it.
"Okay cool, gimme a sec!" Patty picked herself off the couch on one foot, turning on her heel to jump back onto her bed without letting her bad foot touch the ground. The hyperactive chick picked up the phone by her pillows and started getting it synced up to the speakers in the corner of the room.
"Okay so like we're gonna kick off with something light 'cause like... I don't know what you like yet and some of this shit is preeeeetty heavy and like... I don't want you to look at me weird when the metal growling starts," she spoke with an absent-minded smirk as she flipped through her playlist, "Okay, like, this is Frying Pan, they're a pretty popular Christian rock band and they're not all like whipped or in your face about it so I dunno, seemed like a good place to start. This one's Creature, like it's really popular, you've probably heard it on the radio or on TV since everyone plays it." With the tap of her screen the room would be filled with music probably a lot fuckin' louder than it should of been. The bass rattled her windows a little. Patty didn't seem to mind, she always played her music this loud.

Albrecht stared at the girl for a moment, eyebrow raised and stern in expression. Patty was a touchy individual no matter what he did or said. At least she had been innocent for some time, so with a low grunt he accepted this situation. Getting angry at her would only defeat the meaning of this visit too.

"Is that so? Perhaps you can show it off later today." She was correct, he did indeed not care much for room decoration. But she seemed to enjoy this kind of thing, and he had to admit it didn't look bad even if it made the room a strange environment for him. She was quick to reject the idea of reading, probably assuming he had meant school books which are indeed a bore. He decided not to press on it and instead listened to her, she claimed to be grateful for his company. Had she no friends to visit her? Considering how extroverted she was it was a bit of a surprise. He remained quiet, simply nodding at her.

Unsurprisingly she was quick to change subjects. She spoke of having acquired a new skateboard, something he didn't knew she was into, and quickly took interest in sword fighting. For moment he pondered.

"That's good, painting it could be a good distraction while you are alone. Make sure to show me when you are done." A sip from his can followed before he replied to her suggestion, he did own a couple of training swords he could let her use. It was still a terrible idea to spar with an untrained civilian. "I could give you some lessons, no promises though." He scratched his head for a moment.

He fell silent again and awaited for the song to start to play. It was a bit too loud for his tastes, yet he found enjoyment in the song. The instrumentals were enjoyable. For a moment his stern front cracked as he lightly tapped his foot on the ground for a while to the song's rhythm.

"...I like it." He finally spoke.

Patricia donned a wry, devilish grin.


She was just teasing of course, she didn't expect him to stay with her until it got dark and even later than that. But hey, if she was fishing and caught something that'd be pretty sweet! With how he was complaining about being touched again, even if he didn't say anything about it, he probably wouldn't but that was before the beer was gone. Eh, whatevs, she wasn't gonna make anything out of this yet until it happened. Frankly she was just happy he was here and she had someone to talk to. Her grin would become a lot more innocent when he talked about painting her skateboard.
"Hey, that's a pretty good idea! Haha, I didn't think of that! Oh um, could you help me out and get me paints? I can't go anywhere right now. I need like... lime green, neon green, green apple, blue but like powder blu- no, teal blue! And I need white and black. Oh and they have to be sprays, I can't do acrylics or it'll peel off the board and do this clumpy thing where they leave bumps and it'll look like ass. I'll paaaay you for the troooooubllllllle~<3."

Completely engrossed in her new idea Patty would vault herself off the bed to land hard on the futon, shoulder to shoulder with Albrecht as she spread her arms out like the board was in front of her.
"Okay so I'm thinking like Hard Star, like that's gonna be the wording on the board? And it's gonna have this slantwise graphic like this where you can see the perspective. Hard is gonna be sharp and Star is gonna have its letters wrap around to look like a star, y'know? And I'm thinking maybe like... maybe like there's a little cosmonaut man doing a tailgrab in the empty space or something. Whatcha think?" Dude, it was gonna look sick as fuck when it was done. She'd work out the details later and ALL of it might change but like, it was really the only thing she had to do until she could run on her foot again. Walking was okay but running sucked right now.

The lanky chick frowned when Albrecht tried to blow her off again. It was honest frown and honestly something to frown about but she quickly thought of a way to turn it around.
"I don't see why not? Albrecht, you're not always gonna be there to walk me home from places. Like, it'd be a good idea if I learned how to defend myself. I mean I can throw a pretty mean hook but if I had a baseball bat in my backpack and knew how to use it there wouldn't be anything to be scared of, right?" Of course she didn't fucking care, Patty had much worse than a baseball bat at night but she wanted to fight swords with Albrecht so this might convince him to do it. Like, shouldn't be a problem, right?

She let another smile overwhelm her as he softened up and started having fun just like back at the bar. Like, it made her feel really special. He didn't look like he smiled a lot and she was gonna run a monopoly on those. She killed her beer and popped another as the song ended, but not before since she didn't wanna mess up the flow by making noise.
"Heehee, glad ya like it~! Hey, check this one out! So this one's a lot heavier but I think you'll like it too! This one's I'm Aware by Devil Killer, believe it or not they're a Christian band too, hahaha." Patricia spun her phone in her fingertips before catching it in her palm to hit the button. Instead of just letting him listen to this one she'd sing along to the melodic pieces and drift her head to the light picks of the guitar. This one was a reeeaaaally good song too.

"I could make time for it, probably, not doing much today after i leave." The knight shrugged, he didn't enjoy slacking off, the time he would spend there could be time well spent training, but he had already set this day aside to come visit the delinquent girl. He'd just have to train extra hard on the following day to make up for the extra time spent with Patty. He drank from his can while listening to her yet again go on a mini rant. This time it was about her skateboard, what she described wasn't really his aesthetic but it could look good in the right hands. The kind of thing that you aren't into but can recognize as something that looks good, somewhat surreal. Like her room. "...Just give me the money and a list, and i'll go pick it up. No need to pay for it though, it is a small favor after all. I think it would look good, just have to put effort into it."

For a moment he stopped, thinking about what she had said on the sword training. He took one sip, then another and another. And finally he spoke.

"Sure. I have some training swords, i could give you some lessons. Show me if you can really hit as hard as you claim." Albrecht bantered a bit. He'd then look down to his can, having noticed it was a lot lighter than before. He had drained it. Obviously he wasted no time reaching for a new can and opened it.

While drinking and with a raised eyebrow he listened to Patty and then the song. 'Devilkiller'... He wondered if she had picked it on purpose. It was a bit of a shocker to find songs like this existed, he wondered if he could pass this song as something he could listen to while training at the church. It was strange, he felt some identification with the lyrics, his anger and rage were roused along with the song. He tightly grasped his drink and would relax again only once the song had ended. She seemed to be having a blast on the other hand, that's what mattered.

"Really good as well. You weren't kidding, they do break expectations." He had other feelings about this song but nothing that she could understand. "Good head on their shoulders too, killing devils is always a good deed." That was one attempt at a joke, probably not very clear as he remained serious even now.

.....well shit, she didn't expect that to work but he actually agreed to hanging out at night. Like... he got it, right? He got why she'd wanna hang out at night? Alone in her room with beer? Well uh, maybe he totally did and just wasn't good at showing her he liked her? Either way she was happy.
"Rad! We can order pizza and watch movies and maybe do other stuff," she chirped, not stressing what other stuff they could be doing but if Patty had her way it wouldn't involve pants.

"You're so awesome, baby~!" The lanky girl crowed and wrapped her arms around Albrecht for a tight squeeze. It was totally great of him to want to go get her paints and stuff and she'd probably lose her freakin' mind if she didn't have anything to do. You could only watch Chillflix for so long before you started wanting to hang yourself from the ceiling fan. She broke her hug to meet his challenge but was still pretty much face-to-face with and leaning on him.


Did she think she could take Albrecht in a fight? Fuuuuuck nooooooo, he was like 3 times her size and did this shit all the time. But she was no slouch when she had to throw hands, it came with the territory. She wasn't trained and probably couldn't beat someone who was but Patricia wasn't like all those other precious little bitches that thought they could talk shit with no consequences, when she threw punches she punched for knockout. Every fuckin' time, yo. Like, when it got to the point she had to take a fight serious it was time they bit the concrete. It'd be really fun she'd bet, he'd school her but as long as she got a hit in she could be happy with it. But she could feel him tense up and get super pissed off after the song played for a little bit. Patricia took her arms off him, not knowing if the hug was enough to push him over the edge or not. She knew he didn't like it but she did and she wasn't sure how much he was willing to put up with. Patty looked at Albrecht with concern but didn't say anything until he relaxed.

And when he complimented with a Cadet joke she dropped her worried frown for her happy-go-lucky smile again in an instant. Okay! So like she started to get it now! Albrecht was way chill but she'd seen him get intense and now he was wanting to spend the night with her and just... letting himself get caught up in music. So he was emotional like she was too! He just didn't show it that well but that was cool, she'd just try to get on his level.
"Pffft haha yeah dude! Devil Killer's bomb as fuck!" she laughed. Like his joke wasn't super funny but him telling the joke made her want to laugh. "It's a really good fight song, right? Like it just gets you so fuckin' pumped!" Her eyes would light up and she'd dive back into her phone for more music.
"Okay so we're going even heavier right? This one's Oxygen's Gone by On My Deathbed and it's like really freakin' killer dude." The thug would press the play button and allow the screaming metal to come in through the speakers louder than it ever had been. Patty really liked this song even if it wasn't her kind of song and she'd start to headbang to it in her seat, pausing only to drain the rest of her beer. It was also something that you could knock a bitch out to so like he'd probably like it too.

"...Baby?" He muttered, Albrecht was too hung up on that to take note of the pale girl wrapping her arms around him. And then he lost himself in his own rage for a moment to even do anything about it. He finally snapped out of the trance when she let got funnily enough. Her pale, porcelain like, face staring at him with a cocky grin and intense emerald eyes. She kept bragging, he only gave a weak smile this time and a nod. If anything she was showing some spirit right now, though she still had to prove it all wouldn't go away during actual training with him. Of course he planned to go easy on her even if she was as determined as she appeared.

Patricia laughed at his terrible joke. Good to know she appreciated it on some level.

"I... suppose so." There was a pause. It started to worry him she was so interested in combat, she could afford to have a normal life. Yet she wanted to feel the thrill of fighting, she wanted to be near him. He sighed, only for today he'd entertain her this much.

She wouldn't laugh for long though, and wasted no time playing the next song. It was indeed more intense... but he didn't enjoy it as much as the previous one. He just quietly sipped his beer while listening. Once he noticed the song was about to end he spoke again.

"Did you like the brand of beer i choose?" He would reach for yet another can. He was drinking way too fast but didn't even notice.

Patricia would ignore Albrecht as if she never heard him. She heard him just fine but she wasn't going to comment on it, she was gonna let it sit and be normal for a while until he got used to it. Just like the touching did. She knew he'd like it, he just had to get used to the idea. But Patty was drinking just as fast as Albrecht was. She wasn't keeping up more than he was matching pace with her just like at the bar but she wasn't even paying attention to that. Patty was just drinking to have fun and more beer meant more fun so she kept her lips to the can. He wanted to know what she thought though and Patricia would be honest: not fast enough.

"Yeah it's okay," she relented. Shiner Bock is what it was and it was a good beer but it wasn't super special, she liked it but it wasn't her fav. But then a light cast in her eyes and she got an idea.
"Oh hey, check this out!" she exclaimed. The druggie chick expertly maneuvered herself around her room without using her bad foot, she had a lot of practice, but she went to the fridge and pulled two gallon jugs of dark liquid from it looking pretty proud of herself.
"Yooooooo I got better shit though! It's hard cider, I made it myself! Like, they don't ask questions since they think it's some kind of tea so I can hide it and junk but it's SUPER alcoholic dude!" she bragged. This would be the coolest thing EVER if Albrecht wanted to go hard with her. Like, he didn't seem like he'd do that and they could get fucked up and things would get A LOT more fun. It was just like her to want to amp the party to 11 and this was no exception, her cider was strong as shit yo. Whether or not Albrecht wanted any Patty would switch gears and pour herself a Solo Cup from the top of her fridge and start getting into party mode. She even forgot about the songs for a second, she just wanted to drink with her self-appointed boyfriend.

"Hm?"

His eyes would follow her motions while his body and expression remained, mostly, still. The girl excitedly talked about some cider she had made herself, if his memory did not fail him she had brought it up the night they went out together. At that time he turned her down on the offer, but now that he was already in the succubus' lair he saw no reason to not go along with the drinking. She kind of boasted on how strong her drink was, which he only smirked at, not that he doubted it was strong but he doubted that it, or anything, could really get to him so fast.

"Yeah, i'll have it." He spoke and awaited for her to serve him a glass. Normally he'd object to lying to school staff but in this case it was dumb, he loathed america's drinking laws and their stupid beer.
"Sneaky. Don't worry i can keep a secret, back in Germany i didn't had to sneak in drinks, as long we didn't overdo it the church didn't mind."

Patricia snickered as she grabbed a second cup, playing with them for a second in a juggling act as she passed them between both hands through the air. She tried to pass one behind her back but didn't catch that one and it clattered to the ground with a hollow sound as she watched it.
"........Doesn't count! Ahahahaaa...!" she giggled, kicking the discarded cup under the bed. She drew another one instead, it was just a Solo cup and she could get that later. Patty let the cup dance between her fingers before setting that one down too and tipping the jug over it. She filled both almost close to the brim. Like, this was a fun occasion so why not?
"Dude. Like you have the coolest church, like all the churches I know about just try to get you to give'em money while telling you you're going to Hell or they like... believe in space aliens or get you to whip and starve yourself or something messed up like that. I was gonna say Buddhism was okaaaaay but even they set themselves on fire and stuff so I guess nobody's perfect," Patty shrugged while picking up the cups, "I really don't think God'd care what people did as long as they tried to be a good person, y'know? Like forgiveness and stuff right? My friend Mica got involved in one of those cults once with the robes and shit? They like wanted her to marry 4 dudes and pop out babies or whatever so we had to kidnap her since she almost did it."

The lanky chick took a halting step after going on her tangent to take a sip of her drink so it wouldn't spill. And then Albrecht's drink for the same reason. So the story was kinda true. Like, that stuff happened, but Mica was on a mission for her church cult thingy but she said she hated it and those people were crazy so Lacey let her crash at her place and she just kinda never went back to the funny farm. But Patty wasn't thinking much about it right now, she was just saying things. Right now her brow was furrowed as she tried to think of how she was going to get across the room with two drinks in her hands. Like she could walk on her bad foot but the problem with that was Patty really didn't want to and it was more fun to jump around the room instead.

Patricia used her long legs to her advantage to hook her bad foot on the arm of her futon so she could stabilize herself enough to hop on the other foot, supporting herself with her ankle without walking on her injured sole. She could've busted her ass trying it but she didn't so it was all cool. When she got close enough the delinquent twisted on her heel so she could flop backward onto her couch, holding the drinks high so they wouldn't splash as she fell over Albrecht's legs.
"WHOOO! Ahahaha!" she laughed, handing him one of the cups. "Here ya go! It'll knock you on your ass if you're not careful!" Patty wasn't bluffing at all about that one, the alcohol content was pretty high and didn't taste like it if you weren't used to cider. It could get pretty deadly and was a major contributor to  her showing up late to class on a Monday. A thoughtful look passed over the twiggy girl's face as she realized the music wasn't playing and without saying anything stretched her body on the couch to grab her phone on the bed with her toes....... YES! Fuck yeah, WITHOUT dropping it!

"Okay so this one's...... huh." Patricia cocked her head. That was a new one, she didn't remember putting that song on the playlist. She didn't remember putting a lot of them there actually.
"I dunno! Ahahaha! I was pretty out of it when I made the playlist, I think it was like 2 in the morning or something? Guess we'll find out together!" It was about  midnight the night before actually. And Patty didn't remember because she was high on anti-depressants at the time. She remembered about what she did, like, she remembered making the playlist just not what went in it. Her thumb hit her touch screen to start the next rock song, the girl the slightest bit worried this song was gonna suck or be inappropriate or something.

The knight quietly watched the girl perform her little show off with the cups, only slightly tilting his head when she dropped one of the cups and just laughed it off. He worried that with the amount she had poured in both cups she'd spill everything down but he continued his conversation with her.

"...I take you are not religious then." There was a hint of disapproval and worry but he did not press further. He didn't blame her though, many protestant churches and even the catholic church in the past were guilty of greed and fooling the faithful so her cynicism isn't without a base, but still not something he approves of. "The current church i go to isn't as liberal as far as drinking age goes. A friend of mine always said 'If God didn't want us to drink, Jesus wouldn't have turned water into wine.', and he isn't wrong most priests would tell you the sin is in the excess, not the drink itself. Forgiveness is a great part of it, yes but you can't just ask for it and then keep sinning... Not that i'm good at that, but it is how it works." He often fell to wrath and the already mentioned excess drinking many times, of course his righteous fury against the spawn of Satan did not count as the sin of wrath. When she started to talk about the weird cult one of her friends got into, his brows furrowed. "That sounds... heretical. Good thing you guys 'talked' her out of it." It was a reflexive response.

The girl went on with her near gymnastics to reach him, eventually settling down near him and placing her legs on his lap, he only sighed before taking his drink for a sip. She seemed enthusiastic as always.

"You shouldn't stay up late just for that." He felt guilty, directly responsible for messing up with the girl's sleep schedule. He enjoyed the song though, but he attempted to conceal any feelings it might invoke on him. This time it was a vague sense of sorrow, Albrecht was not sure what to do with that feeling though. He continued to drink, now starting to slightly feel the buzz.