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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?

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[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.]

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Oh my god. Shut up.

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

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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.

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[ 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.

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[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.

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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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You make it sound like I've never had to work hard before. [He hums in thought before he snaps his fingers, keeping a firm grip on the glass.]

Link Larkin. Hands down definitely my dream. Is that weird? That's totally weird but whatever it's true and it's going to happen even if I have to kill somebody.

...not...that I would kill somebody. My sister might but we're different people.

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I could see it. [ He's got that wholesome look. Not quite boy-next-door, but definitely wholesome. Like he comes from a place where rainbows are always around.

An adorable girl in her early 20s bounds up and smooches him on the cheek as a way to say hi, but Elliot's attention is still on Ryan. Even if, immediately after, a man in leather chaps, a cowboy hat and not much else lifts him, dips him, and smacks his ass before wandering away to join another group. Elliot, asides from his familiar laugh, adjusts his tie. ]

Why Link?

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[He starts to speak but he stops when two people come up to Elliot. It's obvious he's a regular at this bar now and though he just grins at the girl's greeting, the man startles him enough that he's just left staring. He jerks himself out of his stupor though and focuses again.]

What? Oh. I mean why Fiyero? [Not the point, Ryan.] I guess it's just because I can relate to him more than most people. Dancing, wanting to be famous, being tied by expectations and being held down by certain people? It's sort of my life story. That and I could never be Tracy Turnblad. [He feels stupid now though, a quick reminder he's out of his element here.] ...I'm going to go get another one of these, okay? [And he's already slipping out of sight to head back to the bar.]

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I know what you mean. I'll never be Elphaba, and Defying Gravity is such a huge part of why I even got into musical theatre.

[ But he's letting Ryan get another drink and he's smiling fondly and it's only when Dani comes up behind him and nudges her shoulder playfully that Elliot lets his jaw drop.

How does Dani know before he does? That he's going to start flirting? It's the look Dani gives him when she knows he's going to find up saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and make a huge mess.

Fine, he decides. He won't say anything. Especially since Born this Way by Lady Gaga comes on the moment Ryan starts to return. Dancing isn't talking, and he takes the mai-tai, sets his drink down, too, and covers them with coasters before nodding in Dani's direction. 'watch his drink.' ]

Show me what you can do, dancer. [ And Elliot's disappearing into the crowd, beckoning Ryan with a finger and a come hither look. ]

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[He purposefully takes a little longer than needed to get his second mai tai, taking deep breaths to calm down and fight off the fact that he's pretty sure he just rambled and embarrassed himself in front of somebody who's not used to him being mildly insane. He misses everything going on behind him with Dani and Elliot and it's only when he starts to walk back while sipping his drink that he tunes in.

As he approaches he's already bobbing his head along to the song, singing under his breath as he reaches the pair again.

Of course, that drink's taken out of his hand and he looks up, surprised by the sudden request. He doesn't move at first, looking at Dani but finding that the girl's of no help. So instead...he goes. He dances his way through the crowd, keeping up with Elliot before he reaches him and grabs him by the shoulder to spin him around so they're face to face. Without thinking he presses in a little closer, just giving him a similar look.]

You could have just said something sooner, you know. [But he's not here to talk. He's here to dance and he's easily moving with the music without missing a beat in motion or conversation.]

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[ Elliot doesn't laugh, even though it's a funny joke. Instead, as Ryan turns him around and he moves a little closer, Starchild ventures to place both hands on rather exquisite hips.

...Definitely going to regret this later, but he can chalk all of this up to flirtatious fun if it gets too serious, he tells himself. There's a 4/4 beat and good vocals and a hot body near him, so why not enjoy it? Screw everyone else. ]

Hey, you're right. [ It's after a few beats, Elliot getting a feel on the other's movements, falling right in line. He's a lot grungier, a lot more raw, almost, but he can definitely appreciate Ryan's perfect poise and how he hits every movement with a wiggle of those fucking hips.

..God, he's going to be obsessed with these. ] You're good at dancing.

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[If he minds he doesn't seem to and he's definitely not saying so. Maybe it's because he's a little drunk or maybe it's just because he doesn't care anymore when there's a good beat but he's just focused on moving in time with both the music and with his new partner. It's a different kind of experience from dancing in class or teaching the Wildcats and his movements are freeflowing. He just reaches up to lightly pat Elliot on the cheek in response.]

You sound surprised. [He lifts an eyebrow.] Doubted me? [He steps in just a hair closer, but enough to press in a little harder. It's definitely a challenge.]

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I doubt everyone unless they can prove it. [ It's scathing but true--he'll give them a chance, obviously, he'll demand do show it, he'll have nice things to say, but Elliot hates sugarcoating things.

Ryan, though. Ryan's got hips and an ass that won't quit, who the fuck is he to say no? He recognizes that challenge, though, and leans in forward, breath hot on the side of Ryan's neck as his hips move up and against Ryan's, practically grinding. ]

Glad you came out?

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That's a good way to be. Rules out the wanna-bes, doesn't it? [He doesn't disagree at all but it also just serves as further proof that he wins. He loves winning.

He's also finding that yeah...yeah, he's glad he followed. There's something kinda nice about being able to do this without worrying about being watched and it doesn't hurt that Elliot's hot as fuck. He just tilts his head to give Elliot a little more exposure, hips pressing up just as hard to actually grind against his and the tone lowers a little.]

You could say that. [He has a thought, and he debates keeping it to himself, but it's already out of his mouth before he can stop himself.] Maybe you should think about giving underage guys screaming orgasms more often.

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Bitch, how old do you think I am? [ It's meant completely tongue-and-cheek, and that silvery laughter is in Ryan's ears as he steps forward, pushing Ryan back so he can get a better position to both dance and grind, hips moving against hips, his breath hot and heavy, mostly from the bright lights and what he's wearing if anyone asks, and not the cute blonde near him. He swore he was done with twinks after the last one, but Ryan... Ryan's something else. ]

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[He doesn't even protest about being moved and it's like he's done this a thousand times, like he's used to flowing with the music and grinding up against guys with amazing eye make-up and suits that are worn like a second skin. Maybe in another life he was but in this life he's pretty sure he has no idea what he's doing. But nevertheless it all seems natural. The dancing, the way Elliot's breathing, the banter.]

You really want me to answer that?

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If you say 30 I'm going to ditch you in the parking lot. [ A hollow threat, and Elliot looks almost shark like as he dances with Ryan, a predator in a big pond, picking up a little fish.

His hand, though, is slowly going to Ryan's ass to cup. Testing what he can and can't do. It's all a laugh, right? Just dancing. Born This Way chances to Pound the Alarm but Elliot could care less. Dani's probably going to lecture him, though. Like a giant hypocrite. ]

Still feeling the need to go back for curfew?

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Ew, you're too good-looking to be that old. [Which is true, but he didn't have to say that. There are going to be plenty of things he'll regret in the morning it seems. But hey, that's the morning. That's the morning and he can deal with it while lamenting his life choices to Kelsi but right now he's more content to just allow himself to play pretend for a little bit longer.

He's not saying no to the hand on his ass and he's not really saying no to anything Elliot's offering which...is probably a bad idea, but Ryan firmly believes he can bail himself out of trouble if necessary. The predatory grin doesn't escape him either but he just bats his eyelashes a little in response. Two can play this game.]

Well I do still have classes in the morning that I'm not skipping no matter how cute you are...but I could probably push curfew back if there was something else I wanted to do tonight.

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[ There it is. Elliot's grin turns into a smirk as his eyes fixate on Ryan as he backs away to get a better look at him, assessing him again.

The problem is that he doesn't know if the drinks are talking for Ryan or if he's absolutely serious. He seems serious, but Elliot doesn't want to ruin a night out with someone he just met because he's a little horny and Ryan's a lot hot.

..Then again. He'd definitely feel morally better if he ensured Ryan had a good time, maybe in a bathroom stall. As long as Ryan didn't reciprocate because he felt like he had to. Hmm. He's letting that thought mull over. ]

Was that you admitting I'm good looking, kind sir?

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[Truthfully? It's both. It's both and he's already starting to feel the hard come-down from the drinks but he can push off the bad feelings associated with the alcohol for a few hours. What he wants to focus on instead is Elliot in front of him who seems to be completely intrigued with Ryan and that? That's fantastic. So he doesn't move forward but instead waits like he's waiting to be fully examined, just fixing him with a slightly coy look in response.]

Maybe. [And a wink for good measure.] Is that a problem?

[Oh god what is he doing.]

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Maybe for you.

[ He's trying so, so hard not to come across as skeezy but what he did kind of was--drag a guy away, sneak him to the club, think about giving him a hand job in a stall, and then what? Ryan thinks Elliot is in love with him? That takes a while, for someone like Elliot. Ryan thinks he's being used? Way to ruin his life and make Ryan bitter and jaded like he was.

..Is. Who is he kidding?

But he can't focus on that, eh has to focus on Ryan, and another hand moves to Ryan's ass and he basically pushes him closer, stubble brushing against Ryan's jaw as lips move against the jawline. ]

Because I'm not sure I want to take my hands off of you and I literally just met you.