[He's on his phone with Sharpay texting him until the three of them take the stage and even then before the set begins he sends Alex a text asking what the fuck is up. He puts the phone down again, steadily downing the drink in little sips as he watches the show.
Weirdly enough it reminds him of the Wildcats and how they all seemed so different but worked together to the point of being overly comfortable. And with that though, it just makes him a little homesick all over again.
The last song of the evening really showcases the talent of all three artists and Ryan notices the bar's significantly more crowded. He doesn't move from his seat though. He's still looking at Elliot on stage joined by a mousy brunette and a girl who could probably crush his balls with one hand and whent he set's over Ryan looks back to his drink to finish it.
When Elliot joins him at the bar again, he highly debates not saying anything. He thinks it might be best to leave well enough alone. Instead though he takes another sip and turns his head just enough for a better look.]
You guys are pretty good. Sounds like the opening act's still worth something.
[He's not meeting Elliot's eyes and his phone's still face-down on the counter. Instead he's tilting back his glass, trying to catch the last few drops of the drink.]
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Date: 2015-01-16 07:50 am (UTC)Weirdly enough it reminds him of the Wildcats and how they all seemed so different but worked together to the point of being overly comfortable. And with that though, it just makes him a little homesick all over again.
The last song of the evening really showcases the talent of all three artists and Ryan notices the bar's significantly more crowded. He doesn't move from his seat though. He's still looking at Elliot on stage joined by a mousy brunette and a girl who could probably crush his balls with one hand and whent he set's over Ryan looks back to his drink to finish it.
When Elliot joins him at the bar again, he highly debates not saying anything. He thinks it might be best to leave well enough alone. Instead though he takes another sip and turns his head just enough for a better look.]
You guys are pretty good. Sounds like the opening act's still worth something.
[He's not meeting Elliot's eyes and his phone's still face-down on the counter. Instead he's tilting back his glass, trying to catch the last few drops of the drink.]