[He's not sure if it's obvious he has no idea how New York works or if Elliot just naturally gives so much detailed information, but he doesn't question it. Instead he just nods and waves, getting up from his seat and taking his phone to catch a bus heading across town.
When he arrives, he almost gets right back on the bus.
This...no way. There's absolutely no way Elliot was serious about this, right? He looks down at his own outfit trying to decide if maybe he fell on the wayside of being too gay-looking versus his usual standard of just looking really nice in colors that flattered him. East had been fine, everybody expected him to wear bright pink pants or florals or whatever. New York was a chance to get settled before slowly allowing himself to ease into the idea of being 100% out. This? This was almost cruel.
It became outright cruel when ten minutes went by and a weird, familiar anxiety grips his chest. How the fuck did he get so lucky to be ditched twice in one night?
He's currently trying to blend into the wall just a distance from the club's entrance, one arm wrapped tightly around himself and the other glued to his phone as he's frantically texting to keep his cool. Upon hearing Elliot though he looks up--
--and his eyes widen.
Okay...maybe the wait's worth it. He still looks a little nervous but that suit looks damn good on him (though the shoes? He's pretty sure Sharpay has a pair similar and it's weird) and the makeup still makes his eyes pop. It's suddenly clicking though why, exactly, they're at a gay bar.
And he feels really, really stupid for panicking. He shrugs, playing it cool as he pockets his phone.]
Nah, it's cool. I haven't been to this part of the city much yet so...[He waves a hand vaguely.] You look good. [..fuck.] Wait why did she throw nail polish at you?
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Date: 2015-01-17 10:19 am (UTC)When he arrives, he almost gets right back on the bus.
This...no way. There's absolutely no way Elliot was serious about this, right? He looks down at his own outfit trying to decide if maybe he fell on the wayside of being too gay-looking versus his usual standard of just looking really nice in colors that flattered him. East had been fine, everybody expected him to wear bright pink pants or florals or whatever. New York was a chance to get settled before slowly allowing himself to ease into the idea of being 100% out. This? This was almost cruel.
It became outright cruel when ten minutes went by and a weird, familiar anxiety grips his chest. How the fuck did he get so lucky to be ditched twice in one night?
He's currently trying to blend into the wall just a distance from the club's entrance, one arm wrapped tightly around himself and the other glued to his phone as he's frantically texting to keep his cool. Upon hearing Elliot though he looks up--
--and his eyes widen.
Okay...maybe the wait's worth it. He still looks a little nervous but that suit looks damn good on him (though the shoes? He's pretty sure Sharpay has a pair similar and it's weird) and the makeup still makes his eyes pop. It's suddenly clicking though why, exactly, they're at a gay bar.
And he feels really, really stupid for panicking. He shrugs, playing it cool as he pockets his phone.]
Nah, it's cool. I haven't been to this part of the city much yet so...[He waves a hand vaguely.] You look good. [..fuck.] Wait why did she throw nail polish at you?