[i]Sorry, baby.[/i] Sounded just like what Brendon called him. Ryan sighed inwardly; if only he wasn’t across the country, or whereever... alas. Here he was, with Brendon directly to his left, and yet a drunken overcast that kept him both from being able to see straight and without complete blurriness, so he simply had to wish his boyfriend was here. In the backseat of this fancy car, with a driver and Zack right in front, preferably making out with him, or something. Knowing drunk Ryan, he would probably take that several levels further, but it’s not like any Brendon, sober or drunk, would take issue with that. They were sort of on the same level, as far as intoxicated behaviors went: both happy, giggly drunks, with a penchant for public displays of affection and maybe speaking their minds a little too much. Basically, boundaries disappeared. It was better than being the angry or melancholy type, at least. 

This ‘stranger’ seemed surprised by the fact that Ryan vehemently turned down his kiss, and to that he wondered what the hell they were expecting. For him to [i]cheat[/i] on his [i]boyfriend[/i]? Mind you, a boyfriend far out of his league and therefore one he was way too lucky to have? No. Should’ve seen Ryan’s reaction when he got a simple response text from Brendon earlier: [i]I love you too.[/i] He just about lost it. [i]Wh-[/i] Ryan tried to look at him very seriously, but his vision was so unfocused that he ended up losing concentration, gaze drifting off to the window past Brendon’s shoulder. Hmm. He was losing interest surprisingly fast, or maybe just forgetting the conversation as it was happening.  [i]Oh [/i]really. Yes, really. [b]”Yes, really.”[/b] Ryan took his hand off of his chest before it could be misconstrued as something affectionate, ‘cause yes, he really did have a boyfriend, who he missed dearly.

[i]What a lucky boy.[/i] Ryan considered that for a moment. A compliment, but he disagreed. Brendon could pretty much pick and choose anyone he wanted, and yet... [i]Famous? That’s dope, dude.[/i] Ryan sighed longingly, letting his own head bob back against the window, mirroring Brendon without meaning to. [b]”Yeah,”[/b] he said distantly, busy remembering his far away boyfriend. [b]”That’s how he talks. I love that.”[/b] Ryan shut his eyes, prepared to fall asleep comfortably with Brendon on his mind. [i]What’s he like, then? Is he pretty?[/i] Ryan was almost annoyed by the premise of having to talk again, what with this guy contantly interrupting his train of thought, and then he realized the opportunity to gush about his favorite person in the world. He opened his eyes, rummaging through his pockets for his phone, his disengaged limbs moving like he was in quicksand.

Ryan got a grasp on his phone finally, then leaned over slightly, slumping almost into the space of the middle seat. [b]”[i]Pretty.[/i] He’s fucking- he’s the [i]hottest[/i] man alive, I’m telling you. I first saw him, and I swear...”[/b] Ryan trailed off, holding his hand against the cushion of the center seat, phone screen facing up. He pressed the home button, revealing a screen full of notifications from Zack, one from Brendon, and in the background, Brendon and Ryan themselves. [b]”[i]Look[/i]. He’s the... the one on the right.”[/b] As if it wasn’t obvious which one wasn’t Ryan. [b]”You can’t tell from this, ‘cause it’s, like, it’s just us, but if you could see his ass, oh my God.”[/b] Zack was sighing from the front seat, the whole situation a lot less funny suddenly. [b]”He wears these tight jeans that make it [i]so[/i] hard not to stare. And, like, think about anything but, you know.”[/b] Zack muttered something like ‘we know’ from ahead, and Ryan figured he’d answered the question at least partially, so he continued looking at his lockscreen, enamoured.