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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.

[Oh. He pauses with the glass to his lips, absolutely floored that Elliot can just tell before he nods somewhat dumbly.]

Um, yeah. Yeah exactly. I'm on scholarship so I basically got a free ride to prance around in tights all day.

Lucky. Some people have to save up for their music programs. [to prove his point, on the words 'some people' he moves his finger I playfully touch the brim of Ryan's hat. ]

What school?

[It says quite a bit that he allows Elliot to touch his hat and that he doesn't flinch away from the touch. Instead he's leaning in just a little, waving a hand like it isn't a big deal as he steadily nurses the drink in his hand. Maybe everybody was right. Maybe he did just need to loosen up.]

Hmm. You probably haven't heard of it...it's called Juilliard? [But the smug grin on his face says that he knows exactly what he's saying and that he knows Elliot will know exactly what he's talking about.]

Oh my god. Shut up.

[the girliest he's ever acted, mouth wide open. ] Are you serious?

Well yeah. Why would I make up something like that? [The look on Elliot's face just causes him to laugh again though.]

My best friend and I are both on scholarship, but she's here for music. Originally the school was only going to give one student a scholarship but they couldn't decide between us so...here I am.

[ And Elliot laughs. And laughs, and laughs, and maybe it's mean but he doesn't believe him for one second. Trying to impress Elliot, he thinks. He's been in that position before, lying to say stuff just to make people like him.

He (hopes) Ryan is trying to impress him, at least. It'd be sort of cool.
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You'll fall in love with New York if you aren't already. It kind of pulls you in, even in New Mexico. Moving here is the best thing to ever happen to me.

[Wow that's rude. He doesn't seem to mind though because, well, Elliot will see he's serious soon enough. He just finishes the rest of his mai tai, twirling the empty glass in his fingers.]

I've been here before. My sister and I used to visit with our parents when we were kids for business so it's not that new to me. We always said we'd move here somebody but turns out I just got a head start. [But he doesn't miss that beat.] What brought you here then?

[ Bingo. A few things are slowly starting to piece together--the way he's sort of yuppie chique, the fact that he was here on business. New guy trying to break out from his parents, maybe? Rebelling for the sake of rebelling?

Maybe it's something else. Elliot doesn't really want to pry, but he's always been really, really curious about other people. ]

Secret? I'm from New Jersey. but Starchild is from New York, as far as anyone else thinks. [ He likes being honest with people, but.. Who the fuck wants to be from New Jersey? ] Definitely not New Mexico. But, you know--grew up watching the Tony's, practically worshipped Hedwig and the Angry Itch. And the idea that you can be... You know, where you want to be in life, here. Single? People here are single. Gay? All the gay people move here. An actor, a singer? Broadway, baby. That's why I moved here and I'm going to keep living here for as looooong as I can.

[He'll let Elliot think whatever he wants for now because as far as Ryan knows, this is going to be the last time they see each other. Meeting under weird circumstances and the like? Ryan doesn't expect much after tonight.

Nevertheless he doesn't seem to mind answering all of the other's questions and he, too, is always curious about other people. He snorts a little because he's right, who the fuck wants to be from New Jersey?] I've always been more of a Wicked kinda guy myself, but my sister and I used to sneak downstairs to watch the Tonys when it was past our bedtime.

We have dreams of being on Broadway, too. It's gonna happen. [He thinks. He and Sharpay are going to get there but he's not sure who's going to get there first.] And anyway I don't have any plans to move back home anytime soon either. It's too stifling there.

You have to work your ass off--tell me when you make it so I can piggy-back you. [ He's a little cynical, but he's not about to burst the guy's bubble. After all, he's got an opening slot every week, right? That's making it. Broadway, though?

Enh. For all Elliot knows, the guy has chops. ]

Wicked is great, though. I'd kill to play Fiyero one day, I love Dancing through Life. Too bad I'm never getting it. Your dream role? [ Lay it on him, Ryan. ]

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I'm stuck at dinner

boo :(

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