Thanks for the comments. Just wanted to say that Robin will not be portrayed as an a**. She is hurt and doesn't know what to do. Please just try to keep it in mind.

Enjoyy :D


Patrick walked through the doors of Jakes, getting blasted with the smell of stale beer and the sound of music over the speakers.

He instantly regretted coming here. He should have been begging Robin on his hands and knees to forgive him and take him back. But right now that wasn't an option.

He wiped a hand over his face, making sure the last of his tears were gone. Then he ambled his way over to the bar.

"Beer Coleman, and keep 'em coming," Patrick called, collapsing onto a bar stool.

As soon as Coleman turned around, sliding the beer across the counter, he saw what a mess Patrick was. "Hey, man. Who kicked your puppy?"

Patrick didn't answer, just took a swig of his beer, staring glumly into space.

"It's the old wife isn't it?" Coleman pried, trying to help his friend. "What happened?"

Patrick launched into the story about how he slept with Lisa and how Robin had found out, kicked him out and he ended up here.

"I knew something was going on with you and the pretty doctor," Coleman snickered.

"No, Coleman, there is nothing going on. Did you hear a word I just said?" He brought the beer back up to his lips, finding it empty already. It was going to be a long night.

Coleman tossed him another beer. "Don't sweat it about the wife, Patrick. Robin will come around. She knows a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do."

"Thanks Coleman," Patrick said sarcastically at his friend's advice. He tried swallowing around the big lump in his throat. He could feel tears building up, but he would be damned if he let anyone here see him cry.

"Oh, and if you need a place to stay, there's room upstairs," Coleman added before going to flirt with a woman who had just showed up at the bar.

Patrick contemplated that while he grabbed a third beer and stood up from the stool. Looked like Jake's would be where he was staying tonight after all.

Patrick went over to one of the pool tables that weren't being used. He rolled the balls around on the table absentmindedly, thinking of Robin.


Matt Hunter sauntered through Jake's doors, feeling lucky. I'm definitely going to meet a girl tonight, he told himself as he walked over to the bar.

He grabbed himself a beer and turned around, surveying the place. He caught sight of his brother and hurried over.

"Hey Patrick," he whooped, clapping him hard on the back. "What's shaking?"

Patrick turned to look at him slowly, just now noticing him.

"Whoa, what's wrong?" Matt asked, becoming serious.

Patrick looked away, but Matt was persistent.

He grabbed his brother by the arm and guided him into a seat. He plopped down in another seat, turning it backwards and sitting with his legs spread.

"What happened Patrick?" he asked again. Matt rarely saw his brother like this. And why should he? His life was perfect.

"It's Robin," he managed to get out. He was starting to feel a heavy buzz from the drinks. But it was nowhere near enough to dull his pain.

"Aaw, what did you do this time? Forget you anniversary?" Matt chuckled, thinking it was no big deal. Whatever it was, he and Robin would kiss and make up in the morning.

"I slept with Lisa," he spat out scornfully. No one was taking him seriously and it was starting to piss him off.

Matt's eyes bugged out of his head as he stared at Patrick with disbelief.

Patrick nodded, seeing his reaction. "I kind of expected that," Patrick said. He knew Matt really liked Robin and he hated it whenever Patrick did something to hurt her.

Matt cleared his throat, slamming his beer bottle on the table. "You did what?" he asked, his voice low.

"You heard me," Patrick said, thinking it was a mistake to have told his brother. Then again, he would have found out soon. Everyone would.

Patrick looked the other way so he had no clue of the fist that was swinging towards the side of his head.

Matt's fist met Patrick's head with a crack. He hit him right near his ear, and he got a slight ring in it.

Patrick whipped his head back towards Matt. "What the hell was that for?" he growled. Considering what just happened with Robin topped with the beer, he was just looking for a fight.

"How could you do that to Robin?" His anger at Patrick was clear. But he kept his voice low, so that nobody around the bar heard. "She loves you and you just toy with her heart, just like any other woman. Well there you go Patrick Drake. Go be a player again and lose the best thing that ever happened to you."

Patrick stood up quickly, head spinning. Matt stood up too. Patrick was easily taller, but Matt was not backing down from this. Patrick was wrong and someone had to get that through his thick head.

Patrick lunged at Matt and they fought, throwing punches and bumping into tables, spilling drinks over innocent bystanders.

When Coleman came over to stop them, Patrick had a bloody nose and Matt had a split lip. They were both covered in bruises.

"Come on guys," Coleman whined. "Now one of you's gotta leave. You're costing me business."

"That's fine," Matt scowled. "I was just leaving." He backhanded the blood from his lip, and with one last glare at Patrick he slammed through the doors.

Patrick sighed; this was so not his night.

His wife already hated him, and he didn't need his brother to hate him too.

He thought about going after him, but the drinks were just too enticing.

He was aware that he would have a serious hangover in the morning. But it was better to be drunk then think about how he was not going to wake up beside Robin in the morning.


Matt stormed to his car. He could see his breath in the night. It was going to be a cold one tomorrow.

Matt wasn't drunk; because of Patrick, he had only one beer. The cold air cleared his head and he realized maybe fighting with Patrick wasn't the way to go about making things right.

He jammed his keys into the slot and cranked up the heat. He peeled out of the parking lot, having no real destination.

He thought about Robin, all alone in her house, taking care of Emma and probably filled with grief. It made him angry at Patrick all over again.

He decided to go see how she was doing. He put on his blinker and drove down the street.