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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