Surprisingly (or very much not), Ryan was often bad at fully communicating everything he thought, or when he tried without a whole lot of preparation or speaking carefully, slow, it didn’t meet his high standards. Even so, there was a rather small list of ‘allowed topics’ he could openly talk about, specifically his own feelings on the matter. Unfortunately for Brendon, Ryan couldn’t get past maybe a couple lines of dirty talk, of any kind, before he was awkward and sheepish (moreso than usual, but this was to a point where it was so cringey it [i]hurt[/i] to listen to him try to talk enticingly). He could write songs about his love for him, too, but then when he tried to put it into practice in the moment, say something - something sounding exaggerated, but was so true - to his face when they were anywhere but comfortably alone in each other’s arms he’d stammer and hate the way the words came out instantly. He was incredibly specific, concise, but it didn’t come naturally. 

So it made sense that, all inhibitions cast aside by even a little alcohol, he did not care whatsoever how he sounded. Nor could he even recognise how ridiculous some of the thing coming out of his mouth were. They were his true feelings, stuff he completely meant, but not the type of thing Ryan would be saying to someone he (thought he) didn’t even know. He could try his best with Brendon, maybe, but not come close to the brutal honesty drunk Ryan was apparently so intent on sharing with a full car of people. In truth, it wasn’t the fact that it was Brendon or anyone listening, whenever he was sober and anxiety overtook him. Ryan was mostly afraid of sounding stupid, funnily enough. He hadn’t quite mastered the art of “owning it,” in any given situation, even apart from conversationally.

[i]He sounds like your eye candy.[/i] Ryan sighed thoughtfully. [b]”True. Sweetest eye candy around.”[/b] Too many s’s in that one, he almost blurred his words together. Evidently, he didn’t quite notice his fading clarity. [i]Surely you have photographic evidence.[/i] Ryan looked suspicious but couldn’t direct it at Brendon properly, squinting at his phone and letting the screen go black. [b]”[i]Hey.[/i] For me. And me only. Get your own.”[/b] Ryan held it together for a few moments, letting that float in the air, before suddenly snickering, grinning at absolutely nothing funny at all. The laughter lasted maybe ten seconds before promptly forgot why he was so amused in the first place, a dumb smile remaining even afterward.

Ryan got to ramble for a surprising amount of time before the supposed stranger actually cut in and he realized again that he actually had an audience. [i]I’m sure he loves you too, I- are you sure he’s a bottom, he sounds more vers to me...[/i] Ryan openly laughed again, placing his hand on his forehead, letting the other one stay hanging off the edge of the seat he lay on. [b]”Closest he’s come to being vers is when he’s in a ‘power bottom’ mood. Listen, listen - pull his hair [i]just[/i] right, lift him for a better angle, he’ll fall apart. He’s submissive.”[/b] Maybe this was as bad as showing lewd pictures. Ryan painted an interesting image already, and poor Zack and the driver were on the clock, being paid to witness this nastiness unfold. [b]”It’s a good thing,”[/b] Ryan added, his voice light as if he was, like, coming to a compromise about the matter or something. 

[b]”You wouldn’t expect it, ‘cause he’s so confident... God, he has every right to be.”[/b] No one even had to prompt him to talk at this point. He just kept doing it, little pauses here and there to gather himself. [b]”He’s [i]stunning.[/i] There’s this little... his V-line, you can trace along there, the velvety skin, and, like, he wears his jeans so [i]low[/i] on his hips, so low, it’s like art, it’s so fuckin’ hot. First thing I go for when I hold him.”[/b] While Ryan spoke, he had his hand in the air again, like he was miming the actions he described. He paused once more. [b]”Second thing is - well. I think I already covered his - is there a gentler word for ‘ass’? I feel like I’m yelling.”[/b] Classic drunk talk. He lost his train of thought for a couple moments. [b]”[i]Hey,[/i] I haven’t even [i]told you[/i] about his face.”[/b] For one, Zack made an impatient sound from the front immediately. For another, yes, he did already show Brendon a picture of him[i]self[/i], but he had words, apparently.