The next morning Pat woke up earlier than usual. Almost a time that a regular person would consider normal. He was surprised. He scratched his head while bent oer on the side of his bed wondering what made this morning different. Why had he slept better than usual? He tried to come up with reasons but the only thing he could think of was that he had stopped drinking earlier in the night. It was after they had fed him chips and then he had choked... god that was embarrassing... well after that he had stopped drinking. At the bar while everybody, including that asshole from 

MSU

, was ordering more rounds of drinks, Pat had stood mean mugging in the dark. Watching everything.

The whole bar was dark, but where he stood was darker. Away from the lights of the bar that illuminated the bottles on the shelves. Pat was tall enough that he had to slouch not diminish his presence... otherwise it would be too obvious and people would feel uncomfortable this tall, big shouldered guy in the corner just watching. What the hell was he watching is what they would think.

This was all very embarrassing to him now in the morning. The window was open. He could hear the birds. He was excited to eat food and grab coffee from a cafe. Today was going to be kind of nice he felt.