Patrick lay on his bed, lights off and music blaring. He was so frustrated and fed up with that girl. For something he once thought was going to be just uncomplicated Kat had turned into the biggest pain in his ass. If it had been any other girl he would have walked away by now, but this wasn't any other girl. There was something about her that he just kept being drawn back to.

He pulled the phone out of his back pocket when he heard it ring, and wasn't surprised to see her name on his caller id. For a moment he debated not answering it, last thing he wanted was to either hear her yelling at him again for something, or to have to rush to her rescue as a knight in shining armour. However he still found himself hitting the answer button, cursing his lack of ability to say no.

His mouth split into a wide grin when he heard Kat speak though. It didn't take long for his ears to register her slurred speech. He did feel a warm glow at the knowledge that he was the person she had drunk dialled.

He settled himself back on the bed in amusement as she started jabbering away, not always making a lot of sense. Then she asked him to come over, as she needed to tell him something. He moved out of his relaxed position, and kicked his legs over the side as he refused to come over, a grin spreading wider across his face. Even as he suggested she just tell him whatever she wanted, he pulled on his boots. There was no way his was passing up the chance to actually see this girl drunk, and clearly free from the inhibitions and constraints she regularly put up around herself. He let her plead and beg for a few moments longer, barely suppressing a laugh when he heard her hiss at her sister for interrupting the phone call, and then he let her know he'd be there soon. He shook his head when he hung up the phone. If this were any other girl he'd be done, but somehow with Kat it just didn't work that way.

He let himself in the back when he arrived thankful to see that in fact most of the partygoers had dispersed. He saw Kat sitting on a bench beside her back door, he raised a smile at her outfit.

"Very Tom Cruise, Stratford." He commented at her, as he came to sit beside her.

He was a little shocked when she instantly curled herself into him, but his arms enclosed her automatically. She was clearly past the buzz and too far drunk to be making any more sense. He heard her murmuring into his chest, but couldn't make out much of what she said, only a few words floated out to his ears.

"… bitch…so mean … urgh… am fun … make out… like you…"

He just held her close and tuned her out while enjoying having her so submissive. He pressed a kiss into her hair as she continued to mutter away. Finally she looked up at him.

"So?" She slurred drunkenly, expecting a response to whatever she'd been saying.

Patrick just looked into her eyes, trying to gauge the response she wanted from him. His eyes widened with alarm as he noticed her skin blanche…

"Oh God, Just, just hold my hair…" she said before turning away and empting her stomach out onto the paving stones. He leaned forward, and gathered her hair up as she continued to retch. She finally stilled and leant her head back onto his shoulder. "Sleepy now." Was all she could utter.

He picked her up, taking her inside. He gently placed her on the couch, and nodded at Bianca, who was a whirlwind of cleaning activity. She smiled back at him, and muttered a quiet "Thank You.".

As he left the house he shook his head again. She really was too much trouble, but somehow he didn't seem to mind.