sunday

him: So, you like patting?
me: huh?
him: You like patting?
me: Like this?
I grabbed the back of his head, affectionately patted twice like I did moments before he asked, after his sly grin seemed to invite me closer. I kept my hand on his neck.
him: I don't like being pat.
me: oh
He started to drift away, turned back for a moment, wrapped his hand fully around my beard, tugging playfully. Another grin, then he continued his drifitng into the smoke and strobelights.