Epic Snit
I wasn't actually planning on writing anything else for 10 Things – at least for a while – but after *melodramatic* two entire episodes going by with remarkably few fanfics, I decided to write more. Or at least my muse did, last night at eleven-thirty. In a hotel room. Where the light from a computer would wake everyone up.
Disclaimer: WHY WON'T YOU BE MINE, 10 THINGS?! (Almost wrote "thongs" there. Whew.)
Dinner with Kat Stratford was a remarkably docile event. Patrick hadn't been expecting that, and it threw him for a bit of a loop.
But then she got up to throw their crap away, and then the fun started.
"The trash bin and the recycle bin go through to the same receptacle," Kat muttered under her breath, incredulous as usual that the rest of the world didn't crusade the way she did. Patrick could do nothing but smirk and lay back to watch the show.
Kat turned and threw him a disbelieving look (he held back a snort) before turning and marching up to the counter. She waited patiently until one employee asked what she needed, and she sweetly requested the manager.
Patrick gave her a half-sarcastic thumbs-up when she turned around (probably wondering if he was still there). Another red-suited man emerged from the kitchen, and Patrick motioned to Kat that the manager had arrived.
Kat whirled around and immediately began her tirade. Patrick couldn't hear what she said, which just went to show how crowded the restaurant was – filled with crying children, angry customers who'd had their order messed up, and even classmates of the Demonic Duo from Padua, screaming and throwing food.
But he didn't really mind, as he was too busy staring at his girlfriend's butt.
Patrick, you cad.
No, this is not supposed to be the dinner in the next episode. It's just a random, casual meal at McDonald's (Kat ordered a salad).
I love how I actually think these things through.