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Hey, I like giving out people the benefit of the doubt. He's trying not to wink. He's fairly certain if he starts flirting with the underage drinker Dani will kill him. Well--less dani, more Santana. He takes another sip. ]

You get points for enthusiasm. Give me... [ a pause as he eyes the drink] ...10 minutes.

[Out people? Oh god what did that mean. He's--it doesn't help that Elliot's...pretty. He chooses not to comment on it, picking up his phone and firing off a text to Sharpay and also to Kelsi.]

I'll take those points only if I can redeem them for a prize at the end of the night. [A grin.] Sure, no rush. Don't let me stop you from...whatever that is.

Well look at you! Apparently you're getting the starchild drink tutoring as well as the Dani Starchild show. [he slides the drink towards him. ]

I won't be insulted if you don't like it, it tastes like Christmas trees.

Two for one? Aren't I special. [He picks up the glass, sort of eyeballing it as he sniffs it.] Been drinking a lot of Christmas trees, Starchild?

[He takes a sip, instantly pulling a face before setting it back down.] Okay I know not all alcohol is this gross. Why...that?

Believe it or not, you get used to it. Pine needles and all. [ fuck it. He winks as he takes his drink back. ] also makes for great nail polish remover.

[he at least doesn't laugh at his own joke. Instead, he leans back, thinking a bit. ] so, Ryan. Why New York? [he can spot a transplant a mile away]

I'm not sure I ever want to get used to liquid Christmas trees. [The wink throws him for a loop and he blinks in response, unsure of what to say. He ducks his head again, grinning despite himself before he focuses on the question.]

Two reasons. The college I got accepted to is here, and it's not New Mexico. I think it's like...I mean I feel like maybe I actually belong here, you know? That whole "if I can make it there I can make it anywhere" thing. I totally believe that. There are some assholes in New York but I usually stick to my own corner of the city and it's fine.

Yeah, that's the great thing about people here. You just find your own section, your own group, and you kind of roll with it. Just like Rent.

[ He's trying to finish this on as quickly as possible without letting it go to his head. He has to drive them, after all, and he's already had three. Slowing down is something that needed to happen. ]

So. New Mexico, huh? Colder here, right?

[He grins despite himself. Okay. Anybody dropping musical references can't be terrible.] What makes you think I know anything about Rent?

[He's steadily eyeing that drink as it disappears. He's not so much nervous about how Elliot's handling his alcohol but he's curious still.]

Anyway yeah it's...you guys have seasons here, sort of. Back home it's like hot, super hot, time to wear pants, and hot again. This has been awesome.

I can honestly say I've never been. No offense, Ryan, but he doesn't ever want to, either. Seems kind of...not New York.

[ He finishes, pushes the glass towards the bar, and as he points a finger in Dani's direction to get her attention, instead of saying anything, he burps. Dani slaps him on the stomach, shaming him, and then opens her mouth and burps just a bit louder.

Either way, after Elliot explains that Ryan's new to the new york club scene, Dani automatically decides they're going to a bar named G Lounge and Elliot heartily agrees.

It's a) the best bar in town and b) incredibly gay. Ryan can either take it or leave it whether he is or not. ]

If I give you directions, meet me at the front? We have to drop off Dani's girlfriend first.

Well I can honestly say you're not missing much. [A shrug. He doesn't get to say more than that though before Dani joins them and truth be told he's more fascinated with her hair than anything else. It's gorgeous. He should tell her that. But they're still talking and he's idly curious and he literally has no idea what's going on but then Elliot's getting his attention again.]

Yeah. Yeah that's fine, I think I can follow a few directions. [Ahaha maybe. He's not so much directionally challenged as he is "learning public transportation and how to navigates streets is hard."] I'm ready to go when you two are.

Cool. See you in a bit. [ He rattles off directions--actually gives damn good ones, automatically telling him which bus to get on--and then splits with a half-a wave and a small tip for the bartender.

There's a reason Elliot also said to wait for him to go in. The bouncer's checking IDs, it seems, and he's already thrown a few people out. Still, three things are very obvious: the club is very, very full, very, very in the village and very, very gay.

Elliot bounds up in leopard print shoes, it looks like, Dani trailing behind. The problem is that it seems to have taken at least half an hour to get him back and, for some reason, He's decided to change and spruce his makeup.

Hey, so Santana threw a bottle of nailpolish on me, so... [ Cringe. ] Were you waiting long?

[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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I had the gall to say we were running late. I'm wearing the same thing I wore the last time here, but if anyone asked, you don't know. I always leave this at Dani's for emergency uses. And thanks, doll, you look good , too. The Twinkie eaters are going to gobble you up.

[hey. He's serious, though part of him wants to steal him away himself. ]

Give me your ID and stick to my side for a second, I'm going to teach you something I used to do when I was 17.

[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.]

Wrong type of club, bit you're getting it. [Dani looks amused at the entire situation, and Elliot winks at her before taking Ryan's hand and marching right up to the bouncer. ]

Hello, beautiful.

['not Kurt this time?' The bouncer asks, and Elliot hands him the IDs, Ryan's strategically placed under his. The moment he turns it over Elliot laughs, distracting him, and waves eagerly at someone in the club. ]

Let's go, Coco is waiting for us. [and just like that, he snatches the IDs back and hands Ryan's back to him, practically strutting into the very busy, very rainbow club. ]

I have no idea who I just waved to. Thirsty?

[He's silent the whole time because he knows it's better never to admit anything than give people an edge over him. He lets Elliot do the talking and the distracting though his eyes are a little wider than normal as he glances around the entrance and interior of the club, and judging by the fact he holds Elliot's hand a little tighter until the other lets go, he's still a little perturbed.

Nevertheless he follows after Elliot and Dani into the club and slips his ID back into his pocket, eyes moving in all directions.

He's looking for his exits, just in case.]

Very impressive. Can I trust you to get me something that doesn't taste like pine needles? [He wants to ask who Kurt is, but that can wait a moment.]

Um, no. [ Elliot's observing him closely, and there's a bare hint of a smile on his face. ] Not your slave, and the whole point of this is for you to have fun and experience stuff. Go to the bar, order yourself a mai-tai, and let loose. A dollar a drink is good tip money, and for the love of god, wait until the bartender comes to you, don't shout at him.

[ As if to urge him on, he squeezes Ryan's hand before practically shoving him to the bar. Gotta push them out of the nest so they can learn to fly, whether they like it or not. ]

[He almost looks a little annoyed that he's being told no, but he doesn't stumble when Elliot pushes him forward. He straightens up and practically marches to the bar, not entirely sure what a mai-tai is.

When he gets to the bar though he just waits patiently, a slight smirk on his face as he does as instructed. When the bartender brings him his drink, he actually drops a five on the countertop before carefully picking up the drink and making his way back to Elliot. He takes a sip from the top as he walks, pleasantly surprised by the taste as he makes his way back to Elliot and Dani who seem engaged in something else.]

I'm not sure how waiting for a bartender to notice me counts as fun, by the way. [But he takes another sip anyway.]

[they're in the middle of gossiping , it seems , and Elliot doesn't falter for a second as Ryan returns. ] you definitely didn't notice the fact that you're making waves, then. Almost every person you past looked at you and then your legs.

[Dani laughs and Elliot, pleased, sips on another him and tonic. Where he even got the drink was a mystery, and blue eyes encases in eyeshadow widen. ]

Oh--don't think this is a prank or anything, the g lounge is just where the cool kids hang out. We can go to a few straight bars later, but this place? Way more friendly.

[He tilts his head to the side, not quite believing that even though he's looking behind him to see if Elliot's telling the truth.] I doubt it. I'm not even dressed to be here.

[He can't decide if he wants to focus on Dani or Elliot though so instead he's just swirling the drink in the glass.]

No! No, I mean this is totally fine, I guess. [...awkward...fix it, Ryan.] I just don't usually...you know. Go out? [A shrug.] School keeps me super busy.

Totally. That's /exactly/ why you have to relax a little. [though he does raise an eyebrow. ]

Dressed like that? Honey, you're at least metrosexual.

Maybe I have to relax, but I also have a curfew to meet before class tomorrow. [He blinks though, staring down at his vest and his pants for a minute before he shrugs.]

At least. [There's that same smirk again though. He's not admitting to anything if he can help it, not to a stranger.] What's wrong with wanting to look nice?

[and, as usual, Elliot doesn't miss a beat. ] have you seen me? I'm fabulous. [and to prove his point, he jazz hands his way to his outfit, fingers wiggling around his makeup.

Super gay. ]

When's your curfew? I'll make sure you get home, I hate missing classes.

[Super. Super gay. Ryan just laughs, a little surprised by how calm and open Elliot is about his sexuality but knowing better than to outright ask "why." Instead he just huffs a little, thinking it through.]

I guess it's not really so much a curfew as it is "I'm going to die if I don't get home by 2am because I have to get up at 6." My classes start at 8 tomorrow so...[He trails off, because honestly it's hard to explain Juilliard to someone who hasn't experienced it.] I think I can get myself home though if you two are staying out later.

Mmmmm..... Hang on, hang on. I'm guessing... [he trails off, frowning to himself as he observes. Ryan has an extremely like body, and it's safe to assume he's in the arts so that leaves swimming out....]

...dance. I'm guessing dance.

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I'm stuck at dinner

boo :(

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