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1. Give me a prompt, a quote
2. Maybe even a starter idk
3. I will reply/do whatever
4. Yay

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[Ryan still doesn't actually move from the sink, head starting to swim a little as the alcohol catches up and the gravity of the situation sets in. He doesn't seem to be upset, though mostly confused what comes next. He shifts a little, zipping his jeans back up and turning to face Elliot as he watches him reapply his make-up. He rolls his eyes at the comment.]

Yes I know that was sarcasm. I'm a performer. I have to be fluent in sarcasm if I want to survive here. [He hums, arms loosely wrapped around his stomach as he readjusts his clothes again, hat included.]

What time is it?

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Time for us to go dance again. [ Elliot's answer is casual, flippant, and after a brief bit of lip gloss he puckers his lips in the mirror, makes a funny face, and then turns to talk to Ryan.

He desperately hopes he hasn't fucked up and that Ryan's had casual encounters before.


Shit. What did he say earlier? He hadn't done this sort of stuff before? Maybe just shit in public...?

Oh, fuck. Elliot desperately hoped he didn't mess this one up.]

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Only if I get another mai tai. [He's strangely serious about that, but he's sliding off of the sink, patting Elliot on the cheek as he heads toward the bathroom door.

He's trying not to let himself be unsettled by the fact that this just happened. But there's a first time for everything and Elliot's done this before. He can't make this a big deal because if he does, Elliot will. So he just looks over his shoulder, shooting him a flirty little wink before opening the door and already begins dancing his way to the bar. It's up to Elliot if he follows but he'll be back to the dancefloor once he has another drink in-hand.]