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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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[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.

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[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.]

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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?

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[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.]