[Okay. Okay officially freaking out but he's outwardly calm and at least he'll (probably) have a fun story for Kelsi in the morning. He glances at Dani like he's trying to gauge if this is normal behavior, vaguely aware that Elliot just called him a twink and...realizing he legitimately cannot argue that fact.
How is this real? How are these people real?
He does as instructed, fishing his ID out of his pocket and handing it off before drawing in a breath and standing up a little taller, trying to make himself look bigger than his 5'7" stature makes him. He's Ryan fucking Evans. He just charmed his way into the last bar without needing his ID. He's going to Juilliard, he's rich, he's gorgeous and everybody who doesn't think so can fuck right off.
Yeah. Good. Keep thinking with that level of confidence, Ryan.]
Teach me, master. [The tone's dry again though he's wondering if master's really a word he should be using at a gay club. Oh well.]
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How is this real? How are these people real?
He does as instructed, fishing his ID out of his pocket and handing it off before drawing in a breath and standing up a little taller, trying to make himself look bigger than his 5'7" stature makes him. He's Ryan fucking Evans. He just charmed his way into the last bar without needing his ID. He's going to Juilliard, he's rich, he's gorgeous and everybody who doesn't think so can fuck right off.
Yeah. Good. Keep thinking with that level of confidence, Ryan.]
Teach me, master. [The tone's dry again though he's wondering if master's really a word he should be using at a gay club. Oh well.]