First impressions told Brendon that Ryan was a man of, well, not few words, but concise ones, not simple and in fact flowery in vocabulary but he didn’t go on, he got to the point. Brendon adored his manner and his way of speaking and when Ryan opened his mouth to talk he hushed, trying not to let his gaze drift too obviously to his mouth. He couldn’t be [i]too[/i] easy, what was the fun in that, but then Ryan was smiling at him in a way that Brendon could have sworn was [i]fond[/i] (their total interaction time was barely a few hours at this point, bearing in mind), and Brendon figured that it was easier said than done. And he proved himself right when he made increasingly daring moves by- uh- gay standards, his foot nudging against Ryan to try and move this along and indicate that yes, he was interested, very much so. It was often he met someone he felt this drawn to and he supposed some deity was looking out for them due to the fact that they were already acquainted and they’d met again for the second time in a bar that was tolerant with a tolerant owner. As Brendon drew his leg back, he briefly closed his eyes and thanked his lucky stars but they didn’t stay closed for long as he immediately desired to look at his new object of interest again.

He was handsome and his smile was endearingly gorgeous but his [i]smirk[/i] was a killer, and Brendon was usually the bold one, but he couldn’t even look Ryan in the eye for very long before he became flustered and had to look elsewhere, into his glass, at Dallon, down at the bar, at his own hands, anywhere. And it was a shame that eye contact was so intense because- Brendon had gone on and would continue to go on about Ryan’s [i]eyes,[/i] and- well. The gist of it was that Brendon was enamoured already and he fully intended on getting to know his bootlegger a lot better in a variety of ways. Even before they’d been alone or openly talked about any of this, Brendon was conjuring up fantasy situations, eyes on his hair wondering what it felt like between his fingers, eyes on his mouth wondering what he tasted like and hoping he’d get the opportunity to find out this and more very soon. Ryan was the one who made the next move and Brendon was more than happy to return it almost immediately, resting their legs together in what was probably the riskiest thing they’d done so far. Not everybody was so oblivious to more suggestive behaviour. Oh well, Brendon thought, he’d risked it all before for- less than innocuous reasons, if he could do it for less fine people, he could do it for this handsome criminal sat beside him. Not a difficult decision to make.

Then they were talking in double entendres and it wasn’t long after they’d both settled into a comfortable-yet-electric silence that Brendon decided that there really was no point in wasting any more time sat here chatting while they could be wasting time in a much more favourable way in private. He finished his drink and cleared his throat to catch Ryan’s attention (not that Ryan’s attention had left him since he spotted him on a barstool to his right, then made a breezy excuse, purposefully brushing against Ryan as he left and making a leisurely beeline towards the bathrooms. Once he was inside he let the door fall shut quietly and paced immediately to the mirror, lifting his mask momentarily into his hair and examining his reflection, smiling in satisfaction and then pulling his mask back over his eyes, flattening a hand over his hair to smooth it down until he was finally content with his appearance and he turned around and took a step forward as soon as the door opened. There was a moment where his breath hitched because god he hoped it was actually Ryan and- well, it was. [b]”Fancy seeing y-“[/b]Brendon was smiling but it quickly faded when Ryan locked the door and wasted no time in backing him up against the sink. He fell silent and swallowed as Ryan lifted his hands to frame his face. [i]You don’t mind...?[/i]

[b]”Not at all,”[/b] Brendon responded, eyes not resting as they flicked from one part of Ryan’s face to the next, drinking him in without subtlety now they no longer required discretion. He remained obediently still as Ryan lifted away the mask and set it aside and after he did, Brendon returned the favour, reaching up to remove Ryan’s and put it with his own. God. Brendon blinked and willed his stupid heart to slow down a little, they’d barely touched eachother, this was ridiculous. [i]When I saw you for the first time, I didn't think I'd be lucky enough for someone this handsome to... be interested.[/i] Bullshit. [b]”I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.”[/b] A pause, he had to stop, as Ryan presses closer and fit his hands around his waist. Not fair, he was trying to speak. [b]”You’re just my type.”[/b] Understatement of the century, Brendon thought, amused at himself. But it was hard to remain lighthearted when Ryan was looking agbhim like that. [i]Mr. Blake, to be perfectly candid, usually I become better acquainted first.[/i] His next words came out quickly, tumbling past his lips with barely a breath inbetween. [b]”YoucancallmeBrendon.”[/b] A pause, he laughed nervously. Embarassing. [b]”Please.”[/b]

[i]I can multitask. Tell me about yourself- I like the sound of your voice.[/i] Yeah, not gonna happen, did Ryan not just hear him, he couldn’t even speak properly. Brendon pursed his lips and opened his mouth to speak but suddenly Ryan was pressing kisses along his jaw and he had to remain silent for a whole five seconds before he composed himself enough to start. [b]”So this what you’re doing, is it,”[/b] He breathed, [b]”Y’wanna kill me.”[/b] Yes, he was melodramatic, but he was allowed to be. Anyway, what- oh yeah, talking about himself. What the hell did Ryan want to know? [b]“I, uh, I’m a musician, I-”[/b] Ryan was working on unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and Brendon stopped, lifted a hand to curl into the hair at the back of Ryan’s head (it was soft, so soft), keeping him there insistently. [b]”I play music-”[/b] So, he’d blanked. Brendon would have laughed but he was having trouble staying upright so he reached back with his free hand and gripped onto the edge of the sink for support. [b]”And- I’m a fool for gorgeous men like yourself.”[/b]