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Edited 2015-01-14 00:14 (UTC)

[ There's a show tonight, a performance, and Elliot's slowly starting his transformation into Starchild.

That phrase in and of itself is a little odd, though. Starchild is a steampunk, glittered persona, all the stuff he likes about clubs and dancing and costume and makeup and fun minus all the bad. Usually, anyway. Maybe not Starchild but certainly his stage persona, even if it's just a suit, some rings, careully made-up hair and the usual smear of makeup on his eyes to bring out the blue. His tattoos are all hidden, of course, but his nose ring isn't. The loud and proud Elliot Gilbert.

...Loud or proud, he can't get a word in, edgewise. They've all been to sound check, all been to everything hours ago. It's a nice little club, a video lounge where all the NYADA students go, and there's no pictures or anything of the Pamela Lansbury's, as they're a regular deal, and Elliot is lounging at the bar. Dani's next to him, complaining loudly about her girlfriend, but Elliot is barely paying attention as he swirls the glass in his pre-show gin and tonic. Honestly? He's just trying not to roll his eyes.

Santana and Rachel are somewhere arguing, no doubt, and Kurt is outside, frantic because of Blaine. Elliot? Elliot's alone. He's always alone, though, he thinks.

...That's a little depressing. Too depressing. He knocks back a sip of his drink and then looks next to him, offering a small smile. No one he's really seen before, he doesn't think, but he looks a bit like Elliot feels on the inside right now: insecure. Not exactly shy or intimidated, but something similar. ]

You look awfully absorbed with your phone. Someone stood you up?

[He's going to freak out.

He's either going to freak out or throw up, he hasn't quite decided and though he's outwardly collected it's enough that if a person looks close enough they'll notice he's severely out of place.

It's a nice little club that Ryan's never been to and truth be told it's not really anything he would have picked on his own. He's not legally old enough to drink but that doesn't stop him from sitting at the bar with his eyes glued to his phone, frantically texting his twin.

It had been Sharpay's idea, actually, to accept the date from the boy in his composition class. His name was Alex and he'd been sitting in the seat directly to Ryan's right all semester. He'd noticed the type of music coming out of Ryan's iPhone a few weeks ago and struck up conversation about the New York music scene, and yesterday in class he'd suggested that Ryan meet him at this club to listen to this local band that's actually really good.

He tried to tell Sharpay it wasn't a date, but somehow the girl had twisted it and built it up in his head that it was.

So yeah. Ryan's not even particularly dressed for a club though the tight jeans and pinstripe vest sort of helped a little. His clothes cling to him like a second skin and his hat's tilted just enough to shield his face as long fingers fly over the keys.

Alex was supposed to show up fifteen minutes ago.

He hears someone address him directly though and his hands pause even if he doesn't look up immediately. At East, he always knew when he had people's attention. In New York, it was hard to say who was talking to who, but Ryan's the only other person at the bar besides the girl next to him (whose girlfriend apparently can't remember to clean her hair out of the shower drain if her life depended on it.) Blue eyes flick up from the screen to meet Elliot's face, ready to snap back something a little closed off when he gets a closer look.

...it doesn't help that he has a thing for brunettes. It also doesn't help that his eyes are a brighter blue than Ryan's. Are men allowed to look that good with make-up? What if he tried that? The most he's ever gotten away with is stage make-up that's not nearly as dramatic.

It takes him a few moments to remember what the question was and when he does he promptly feels that flustered sensation grip him.]

Please. Do I look like someone who gets stood up?

[Ohgodwhywouldhesaythat. It's defensive enough that he hopes to get the point across that he's not, in fact, some loser whose possible date hasn't shown up yet, but it's just loose enough to reveal he doesn't quite believe it himself.

Fuck.]

[ He laughs.

He's not trying to be mean, of course, even if that's how it might come across. He laughs and looks straight at Ryan, ghost of a grin still on his lips as he lifts the drink to his mouth. Dani's glanced over, noticing Elliot's talking to someone else, and quietly decides to slip away and break up the inevitable lopez-berry catfight. ]

Of course you don't. [ Again, not trying to be mean, but just because Elliot's good natured and sort of blunt doesn't mean most people that don't know him think he's making fun of them.

Still. The guy's definitely been broken up with, and there's nothing in front of him, so he wiggles his fingers in the air to get the bartender's attention. ]

Two screaming orgasms and a blue cock for the guy who's date is definitely just late. [ His treat. Though one of those shots is going into his mouth before he performs, goddammit. ]

Edited 2015-01-15 11:39 (UTC)

[Even if Elliot's not intentionally being mean, the laughter is something Ryan's highly aware of and his shoulders tense. He bristles a bit, not quite snarling but clenching his jaw as he looks the older man right in the eye.

...but Elliot's grinning.

...there's something wrong with this picture and he types out a quick "brb" to Sharpay before he sets the phone face-down on the counter. It vibrates five times in quick succession (most likely Sharpay just yelling at him) but he doesn't pick it up again. Instead he's just giving Elliot the most horrified look as he hears the drinks being rattled off.

First of all, fuck. Second of all, double-fuck. And third of all, what the fuck? It helps that he's an actor, otherwise he'd melt into Kelsi-levels of awkwardness. Instead he's just sort of blinking, lips eventually quirking up into a tiny, baffled grin.]

You always give screaming orgasms to underage guys?

Does the underage guy want to say that louder and get kicked out of the bar? [ Elliot doesn't miss a beat, though he's leaning forward again. Age is a weird thing in this club--it's not exactly a gay club, more the musicale type, but still. ]

You should at least stay for the show. [ The bartender returns, gives a look to Ryan but Elliot gives him an odd Look that he can only really get away with because he's a regular. He holds the shot up for a cheers. ] We've all been ditched at one point in our lives, don't worry about it. Probably wasn't worth the time of day.

[The answer's obviously no, but both eyebrows lift in surprise. Oh...oh he's good. He narrows his eyes a tiny bit but not much to be threatening.]

I'm already here, so I guess I will. Am I right in assuming you're performing? [When the bartender returns he eyes one of the screaming orgasms, not entirely sure how to proceed from there. He's just grateful he didn't get himself carded, but he's pretty sure he has his fake ID on him anyway. He follows Elliot's lead though, picking up the glass.]

And I guess I'll never know. [He's not stupid. He knows what happens next, he's seen enough college movies. He lightly clinks his glass against Elliot's and throws back the shot--

--before practically choking on it. He coughs a little but he swallows it all down, doing his best not to cringe at the sharp sting of the vodka on his tongue. He'd done well keeping himself clean since starting at Juilliard...but he was feeling pretty miserable right now. He could enjoy a drink, right?] I don't think I'm being ditched though. That would imply I had any hope at all.

[Elliot's always been expressive and this is no different. Ryan cringes and coughs and Elliot almost mimics him as he watches despite not even flinching as he downs it. He's half tempted to ask if Ryan's alright, and he desperately hopes he didn't just give Ryan his first shot ever. He moves his hand over the blue cock as he pushes it towards the other. ]

Yeeeeah, I'd drink this one slowly. [sorry, he can't help the small grin this time, buddy, even as Ryan guesses correctly that he's performing. He doesn't answer, focusing in the poor guy. ] well, look at it this way. You're hear now, this is a pretty cool place, and you got a free drink and shot. It's not a /total/ loss.

[Congratulations, Elliot, that was indeed his first shot ever. It's not that he wasn't anticipating the burn of alcohol in his throat but anticipating and feeling are always two different things. Once he composes himself though he eyeballs the other drink. A hand wraps around the glass and he brings it to his lips, tentatively sipping it even as he glances around the club.

Somehow? Elliot performing in this place seems right on par.]

I think the jury's still out on that one. I've never been here before. [But the drink's good…and the company's not exactly hard on the eyes. So he smiles a little easier, tilting his head just so.] Somebody from one of my classes actually told me about it, said I should check it out.

[He sees the group of three girls in the back corner, watching behind Elliot as Dani works on breaking up Rachel and Santana bitching at each other.]

You guys any good?

Please. [ Elliot's throwing Ryan's words right back in his face. ] Do I look like someone who isn't any good?

[ Hey, he can't help his sense of humour. He downs the rest of his gin and tonic and orders a martini--he's in a snazzy suit, might as well--when he notices Dani physically separating Santana from Rachel in what seems to be the most gracful attempt to appear subtle in the history of the universe. Ironic, considering Dani has sea blue hair. ]

I have a feeling either someone's going to wind up dead before we open. Listen, it's really cool talking to you, but I'm pretty sure I have to take care of... That. But you should at least stay until the actual show, not just Pamela Lansbury.

[He doesn't respond, though he lifts an eyebrow higher. He doesn't frown or anything if only because that confidence is actually sorta hot. He's about to ask more about his music and his band when Elliot interrupts him, causing Ryan to change direction.

Girls are so weird sometimes.]

I'll think about it. Depends on when my date shows up. [Though he's pretty sure that by now, 20 minutes later, it's not happening.] Just don't get blood on the suit. It'd be a shame. [But he keeps his hand wrapped around the glass, fingers fluttering in a "goodbye" even as he keeps his eyes locked on Elliot.

As Elliot walks away Ryan picks up his phone to resume the text to Sharpay, sipping the drink idly and allowing the pleasant buzz to consume him as he relaxes in his seat. He follows Elliot with his eyes for a few months, watching him with the girls before eyeballing the stage.

...fuck, he has an early rehearsal tomorrow. Oh well. Staying for the whole show might not be a bad idea despite that.]

[ dani and Elliot actually manage, and it's only after a few moments that a pale brunet that barrels in. He ls still panicking, but after a right hug from Elliot he seems to compose himself.

They get on stage, the three of them, and while the dynamic is friendly the group can't be any more different. Kurt's broadway bound, Danis got a great pop strut, and Elliot looks like he should be in a punk band playing at the CBGB. They all work together , though.

Elliot's not the leader or the star by a long shot but he's having fun. Dani and Eliot sound like they need to be filling out stadiums, and it's obviously they're comfortable with each other. As Kurt banters with the audience Elliot banters with dani, and vice versa.

Their last song for the evening is The Happening, and by then the crowds getting bigger for the main event and, after the song finishes and they say their goodbyes, Elliot goes to the bar, as if he's forgot Ryan.

What? His Martini's empty. ]

[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.]

Pictures for you glen coco, you go glen coco

i'm back and forth on spelling until i figure out which to use :x

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Night bb <3

sleep well <3

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