And /how/ fast did you down those drinks? [the dance floor is crowded and jumping and all Elliot can feel is Ryan's body against his. He can smell something--cologne?--that his just the right mark with Elliot, and maybe it's a little silly but he growls in the others ears, hand going up from Ryan's ass and trailing over to his neck, grabbing the nape of his neck. He's forceful, he's demanding, and he never breaks eye contact with Ryan. ]

Come with me to the bathroom stall , and we'll have some fun. I'm not taking no for an answer.