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[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?

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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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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?

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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.

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ Elliot doesn't miss a beat and doesn't even move from his spot. ]

Guy stage right was is a real bitch, I've heard. Catty as all what. [ And his nose wrinkles as he smiles, all white teeth and sincerity. He gets a new gin and tonic--martinis are only for shows, thanks--and he takes the straw and pushes the ice down, leaning on the bar and finally looking over at Ryan. ]

Still no girlfriend?

ftr I don't remember writing my last tag at all. I apparently was so tired from this week I died

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[He puts the empty glass down, head propped up by his hand as he gives Elliot most of his attention. The phone buzzes, but he knows instinctually it's Sharpay. He doesn't want to talk to her anymore.

Truthfully he's kinda bummed out. Alex had eventually responded near the end of the set that he had to cancel and he's sorry and etc etc but Ryan stopped reading the long message halfway through. But he's an actor. He just gives a slightly unreadable look to Elliot before he forces himself up into a grin, a blase shrug like he's completely unbothered.]

Nope. [Which isn't a lie. He's never had a girlfriend and he never will. Elliot doesn't need to know that's why he's saying no, though.] But this wasn't the worst way to spend my evening so thanks for that. [A real grin follows after that.] What's the main act like? I'm still deciding if I wanna stick around or just head out.

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[ Ryan spares him the question of how two girls mysteriously weren't in the number, and he can't help the light smile on his face as he takes his drink and bites on the straw for a few seconds as Ryan talks. ]

They're good. I mean, obviously. Dani and I are probably going to go somewhere else, this place is a little too expensive and I've seen them a million times.

[ And, after a brief pause, he scrunches his brows together. ]

You know what, you should come. It'll be fun. [ He hasn't even introduced himself yet.... ]

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[He doesn't even think about it. He gets it. He gets performers and how they can be ruthless and brutal. Still, he's sitting up suddenly at the invite, practically mimicking Elliot's expression.]

Wait, really? [Why is he considering this. He shouldn't be considering this for all he knows he's going to get himself beaten up and mugged by these bohemian assholes.

...but that could be interesting and then Alex would feel bad for standing him up and Sharpay would stop bitching at him for ten minutes to give him something akin to sympathy.

Oh well. There were worse ways to spend the evening.]

I'm guessing Dani's the girl with blue hair with the annoying girlfriend? [A smirk follows.] ...sure. I'm pretty sure my roommate's not expecting me back anytime soon and I'd find a tie on the door if I went home anyway.

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[ Elliot laughs, and nods. Right. ] Moving out of the dorms is the best thing I've ever done. Privacy, man. It's hard to come by here. I'm Starchild, by the way--and are you down with The Helm, or Squared or Players?

[ He's rattling off bars like he's a regular (he is), casually mentioning a gay bar like it's no big deal. It isn't, at least to him. Neither is the ridiculous name, apparently. ]

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I can't wait. People in my program are required to live in dorms for their first year even though I have a penthouse on the corner of 5th. [Also said like it's no big deal. He casually drops being rich on random occasions without thinking about it. The bars confuse him though, and he's not sure what to do about that name, either.]

Starchild. [He lifts an eyebrow.] Cool. I'm Ryan. And...I have no idea what any of those are so surprise me?

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[elliot honestly thinks that penthouse comment is a joke, so he smiles and takes a sip. Guys got a wicked sense of humour. ]

I didn't peg you for a complete newcomer. Is--

--oh my god. Is this your first bar?

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[He actually laughs in response.] I'm not sure if I should be flattered you think I barhop a lot, or worried that you completely missed the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing here.

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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.

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[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.

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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.

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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?

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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]

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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.

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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?

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[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.