“Well I can be right sometimes,” he lightly joked. Not for the first time Barry wished he could at least get slightly buzzed to settle his nerves a little. But that wasn’t possible, so he had to deal with them. Personally he thought things were going well considering how they met, and it had only been at least thirty minutes give or take. He’s not exactly keeping count. And honestly the speedster didn’t care. There’s a smile on his lips– they were having a good time, which he was thankful for. Barry had been so worried about making a really bad expression when they finally met, Blaine seemed like a good person. And very cute. He’s wearing a little bow tie, those hazel eyes, his lips, and that cute nose. His cheeks turn a little pink, listen no one can blame the speedster for checking him out. He was just too cute. That smile. “It is fun, it can be a little uncomfortable too– but if we don’t step out of our comfort zone sometimes we miss opportunities.” The younger hummed softly with a smile on his lips, and a chuckle. “Well one thing is for sure, when you step out of your comfort zone, you go the whole nine yards,” the taller lightly teased. Oh man, that was too cute, it’s like meeting a corgi. “I haven’t tried it to be honest, I’ve thought about it, but I guess I like meeting people face to face instead,” he stood up, reaching out to take his hand, he wasn’t too much of a dancer. Yeah maybe when he was younger, but honestly he sometimes felt like he just had two left feet. It depended on the dance. “Did you just compare yourself to a character from Wizard of Oz?” he chuckled, “Has anyone told you that you’re ridiculously cute?” And with that said Barry takes the lead, and tugs him out to the dance floor.
Barry was right. This was about ‘the whole nine yards’ out of his comfort zone that if anyone was keeping track? He probably would gone so many extra out of the way that he’d passed the touchdown zone and kept running into the parking lot by the end of the tally–but he was having fun. A lot of fun. More than he’s had in a very long time. Their hands met and Blaine curled his fingers around Barry’s palm and gave it a squeeze. “Well–maybe–I did?” Hey, if Barry was looking for a guy that didn’t resort to blurting out random bits of crazy or references that might only be funny to himself at the time? Especially when he was nervous or trying to use any means to distract from him potentially about to move like a rusted bucket on the dancefloor (insert any other random potentially embarrassing moment here as well)? Blaine figured he might want to cut his losses and run while he was ahead. Which he hoped he wouldn’t. And look what he got! Exactly what he asked for! Barry’s laugh was exactly the pay out he was hoping for. Blaine rolled his eyes at the compliment. More out of modest ‘yeah right’ than any sort of rude gesture. “I might’ve heard it once or twice,” the shorter of the pair followed along happily with the tug, playfully bantering back. “You might want to save it and until after a song or two. You might find it hard to think I’m cute if I beat your feet up with mine. I make no promises.”
So far it seemed like the two of them were both stumbling over their words, and given their situation it wasn’t all that surprising. Granted, the speedster had also agreed to doing this– although it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about it nevertheless. When he had finally spotted Blaine, and settled next to him. His first thought was that this guy was rather cute, and the bowtie thing just added to it in a way. While alcohol might not have any affect on him, that didn’t mean Barry wouldn’t mind a taste. “Sure, a drink sounds good,” he replied with a grin. Although if the other ended up getting drunk, there’s no way Barry would go further than talking though. He’s not an ass. “I could start out asking if you come here often, but that sounds corny, and a pretty bad pick up line,” he lightly joked. Barry ordered a drink for himself, getting it a few moments later, and took a sip. His eyes looking Blaine over, he had tried to do is discreetly, although he got the feeling that the other might have taken notice of it. “I… have to admit I was kind of worried coming here,” he supplied as he chuckled lightly. “This is my first time doing something like this,and you can probably tell.” Barry uttered, rubbing the back of his head a little, and messing with his own hair. The speedster continued to smile, although a little more subtle. “But— kind of glad I came here actually.”
After reminding himself that this didn’t need to go anywhere. That the two of them could simply share a drink or two and go their separate ways–Blaine nursed a few sips from his glass and let the warmth of the liquor fill first his stomach and then move through his veins. It was a calming sensation. One that might give him more courage to sit here and talk with the guy now that it’d already given him enough to dial a random number scribbled on a bathroom wall. Yes, it might be to tell the person their name was plastered inside a stall in one of the most popular bars in New York City..but was it really? A certain level of lonely and booze might’ve been the root cause of it. But. Whatever. They were here–together–now. Might as well not look like a bumbling idiot all night and enjoy having someone to drink with that wasn’t a regular who only knew him because they both came here so much. Or the bartender. Laughing bent his elbow against the counter and lifted his hand to prop the edge of his jaw up–Blaine shrugged and bounced the straw off the pieces of ice the other. “I admit that I was nervous for you to come here. It’s not like I make a habit out of dialing numbers on random stalls,” his breath hitched and he made sure to circle back with a firm, “I don’t. But in the age of a million dating apps? No one ever does that much anymore. I mean–unless you did–in which case,” His smile turned uneven and he rolled his eyes at himself. Deflating–his hand dropped to touch his glass and he grinned down at it. “I’m glad you came here, too.”
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