Patrick sits down on David's other side and for a moment David is pressed between them, and Derek can't help but to take comfort in the closeness. His arm is still draped over David's shoulders, so he reaches over to give the back of Patrick's neck a gentle squeeze before removing his arm and resting his hand on his thigh.

"Cabaret wear," Derek repeats, tipping his beer bottle back to finish the rest of it before looking over at Patrick with a raised brow. "I'm not exactly sure what that includes, but my mind is conjuring up leather. Is there not leather in Cabaret?"