Everyone was applauding, Anthony included. The Sound of Music had just ended and the actors were taking their bows. It had been a great show, though Kurt tripped and almost fell in one scene. He got extra applause.

Once the whole thing died down, Anthony filtered out with the rest of the audience to the lobby, but he didn't immediately leave. He stayed behind, admiring the lobby and possibly some of the actors.

He wanted some to notice him. He was wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of jeans that left just enough to the imagination.

So it was really the fault of the actors when he ran into someone.

"Oh, goodness, sorry," he said, checking himself over to make sure he hadn't dislodged anything.

((vaguely reserved))

Someone? Someone? How could you possibly call this person just "someone".

Take a good look. He's like a bright pink balm on eyes too often filled with the ugly and the straight. Tall, thin, muscled in the way of the vaguely self-conscious, he's a thing of grace.

This is because he's Fae, and they tend to be better-looking than normal ol' humans.

It is, of course, Jay Wallace, wearing a pale pink shirt with a cartoon piggy printed on front, a pair of brown/red cords that are ridiculously leg-hugging, and black wingtips. His brown hair is streaked though with hot pink and spiked like towers of luscious toffee. His eyes sparkle with amusement at something someone's just said, and even getting bumped into by-- by, well, a cute little number in jeans-- doesn't dispell it.

"Don't worry about it, hun, nothing harmed." In high spirits, he winks.

Anthony looked up at the person he had bumped into, slightly surprised by his appearance. He was quite good-looking, though, and Anthony had to grin when he was winked at.

Then he noticed the shoes. "Where'd you get those?" Anthony asked. They were interesting, it was a topic to talk about, and he certainly didn't mind talking to this individual.

"Walmart."

He's totally serious. Eithr that, or he's really good at keeping a straight face.

In his hand, a water bottle drips condensation on the floor.

"Really?"

Anthony had never seen them there; he also wasn't looking for them, so it was entirely possible he had missed them.

Anthony looked at the shirt, then back at the man's face. "Is that Walmart, too?" he asked and regretted quickly, indicating said shirt.

The pink-haired boy breaks out into an even wider grin, his teeth even and straight.

"Girl's section. I consider it "pre-shrunk for your homosexual needs"."

Because Jay has never been ashamed of being gay.

Anthony nodded thoughtfully, though it failed and he smiled. "Very economic, I guess."

He patted his thigh, saying, "These are girl's section, too. Much better fit."

"Too short for my legs," Jay says offhandedly, and opens his water bottle to take a sip.

"I'm Jay. Jay Wallace. You?"

"Anthony Reisman," he replied, secretly proud of the fact that he could wear the girl pants while this amazing fashion queen couldn't.

"So, what did you think of the Sound of Music performance?"

"A little dry," he says, every the Filme Studente Extraordinaire. "A good way to pass the time, though."

He smiles down at Anthony.

"Friends in the cast, or here for your own amusement?"

Anthony felt sort of torn. He really liked the show, but Jay seemed to know what he was talking about.

"My own amusement. What about you?"

"I know a couple guys in crew. They worked on some films with me." He takes another sip of water, and grins recklessly.

"My ticket was free, so it's all cool."

Anthony grinned, unsure of what to say in reply to that.

"Do you get free tickets a lot?" he asked. Ok, so it was a bit selfish, but if Jay did, and Anthony could get to be friends with him, maybe he could get free tickets, too.

"Now and then. Sometimes they pay me back in sexual favours."

Okay, he has got to be kidding.

This is the thing with Jay-- if you don't react adversely to being hit on, he'll continue.

Anthony blinked in surprise at the very bluntness of the statement, then grinned again.

He switched topics.

"You're in films, then?"

So-- not offended by open sexuality, but unnerved by it. Jay notes it, but doesn't comment.

"I'm a grad student at Keaton. Films major. Art stuff, mostly, not for hollywood."

"Keaton, really? I'm there for advertising."

He pauses for a moment, then gives a cheesy grin. "So, y'know, if you ever need a man for advertising your films, or anything, I'm here."

"Here is boring," Jay announces.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Okay, ask'd out.

"Oh." Anthony looked around, as if the boring was a haze to be seen. "OK."

He shrugged. "Where to?"

Mischief sparks in the taller man's eyes.

"Ever heard of Dark? it's a place downtown."

Yes, let's take the person to a mostly-innish bar.

"Of course I've heard of Dark," Anthony said, peering at Jay. Was he innish, too? Wouldn't surprise him; a man like Jay seems to get around, get to know people, things.

Fromt the surprise on Jay's face, it's obvious he'd assumed Anthony was unnish.

Jay assumes this of most humans.

"I've got a car in the parking lot. Wanna go? Promise not to rape you."

He gets over being surprised fast. Now, he's just curious.

Anthony snapped his fingers, as if to say "darn," then made a sweeping gesture towards the door as if to say, "after you."

"My car's out there, too. I'll just follow you, how's that?"

Oh, cute. Gay, and possibly an innie, too.

His hips swinging rather more than is usual for a male, Jay slides through the croud, through the door and into the parking lot, a smile curving his lips the whole way.

He's starting to regret not wearing his light-up sneakers.

As Jay walked out, Anthony was just a little ashamed to admit there were a few puffs of smoke coming from his hair. No bursting into flames, however. He was nicely calm and collected.

He followed Jay out the doors, and then to his car. He followed Jay to Dark, losing him only once for a moment as he was stuck at a traffic light.

((moving on...))