I need a boy friend.

"I can't think of anything vital. Maybe some handcuffs." Tristan realized this sounded potentially dodgy, "I mean to tie me down." It wasn't getting much better, "In case I go crazy and try to do something rash or stupid. Not for any other reason, obviously. It's a long flight so maybe some peanuts and a travel pillow?" Tristan was very used to flying all over the country but he was excited at the prospect of having a travel companion. 

Tristan took a few seconds to realize that this wasn't the room he thought he had walked into but when his face flushed with an embarrassed blush. "Knocking would probably have been the better option in this scenario. Sorry Ryker I thought this was another room. I was looking for someone else. Not that I wouldn't want to see you." Tristan stammered awkwardly.

"I’m willing to see every possible place you want to show me when we’re there. So don’t worry about talking about the things that interests you, I’ll always listen." It was true, Noah was someone who literally always listened others. If someone was speaking to him, he would make sure to hear everything that was told to him. "Maybe your case is the same as mine. I love teaching, but I love acting, so I had to give up one to be able to do the other. But I’m hoping that some day I could do both or go back to plain acting. But for now, I’ll stick with teaching."

"—Amazing. You’re definitely got some great music running through you, hm?"

"Ah well it's not often I get to sit mess around with the notes, so thank you."

"…you’re still talki—" Fine, okay. This guy wasn’t planning on shutting up, so he might as well stop writing. "I was working on a follow up to a piece that’s started attracting quite a bit of attention."

"Ooh tell me more, tell me more" He was always interested in other people's activities even if it was a rather irritating trait.

"—Dance lessons? Ah," Cayson gave a light chuckle, "Well I don’t think I can say no to someone eager to learn. But as for your talents, I don’t have to see what you can do to know you probably have some talents you haven’t even found yet. And if dancing is one of them, I would be pleasured to help you figure that out." He cleared his throat and smiled, "Smooth moves? Do you have a specific style you would like to be taught, Mr. Rae?"

"Yes, I mean I know you're very busy but hopefully you could fit me in?" Tristan widened his eyes and gave little thankful smile, this usually went down well with ladies, and sometimes men. "Well I don't know I've always wanted to Tango?" Tristan chose one of the only types of dance he knew. 

"As do you my friend.Sorry, I meant to ask how you were only I was a little... distracted."

Noah could sense Tristan jumped up because of excitement and that he wanted to give him a hug because of this. So Noah got up from his chair and just hug Tristan instead. He patted his back few times and loosened the hug. “I’m honored that you asked me to go with you. So thank you for the invitation.” He smiled warmly and tucked his hands in his jeans’ pockets. “No, I haven’t, actually. So it would be interesting to see that place and meet all these people you keep on talking about.” Noah kept on listening Tristan and eventually chuckled softly. “You really seemed to like your job there.”

Tristan kept the hug fairly relaxed despite his temptations to give the man a big ol' squeeze- that'd probably be very creepy! "I couldn't think of anyone better than you, and I really think I wouldn't be able to go just by myself. I think we gotta visit the Washington monument! Did you know if you lay it down on its side it fits inside the Washington national cathedral?" Tristan could feel himself become carried away with excitement again. It made him a little sad that they were only going for the one weekend and that he'd have to return to Long Beach eventually but he needed to learn that he belonged here in California. "I did, I loved it. I felt like was making a real difference there." He smiled, hoping Noah would not take this to mean he wasn't making a difference teaching at Long Beach, even though that was the truth.

What to do this weekend?

"Fancy any company, Mr Irons?"

Tristan was annoyed at himself. That was quite possibly the shittest way he could have handled the situation. Sure, the drugs hadn't helped either but if there was anything Tris did brilliantly it was self blame. He knew it'd be best to let Dali go and maybe if he had to see him again, they could have a reasonably down to earth conversation. Deserving all the shoving he got, Tristan carried on in the direction he was originally heading- away from Dali.

Dali was ready to turn around and walk away. He wanted to go to sleep, or maybe take something more to get his happy mood back. He didn’t like feeling sadness or anything related to that. He only wanted to have happy trips and happy moments. Those were way better than the sad ones. But then he felt a hand on his neck and he turned to look at Tristan again. “A fallen angel?” he whispered as he watched into his eyes, but didn’t say anything more when he felt lips on his lips. He replied on the kiss, his fingers tangling on the other’s belt.

Tristan felt an almost instant sense of regret when their lips met, thought he continued kissing for a few more seconds before he finally pulled away. He wasn't drunk. He wasn't high. It didn't even feel that good and Dali stunk of whatever it was he was taking, Tristan was sure that's what it was by now. This was a mistake and why I stopped acting on impulses a long time ago. He told himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said, putting a firm hand round Dali's wrist to stop his wandering hand. "I should go. This isn't right." He felt guilty for leading him on then dropping him again.

"I don’t want it", Dali said and since Tristan wasn’t taking the banana back, Dali just let it drop on the ground. "And you are no angel. I was wrong." Dali stared at the hand on his shoulder, wanting to take a step back to make it disappear, but he liked the feeling of having someone touching him right now, so he just got very confused. Being totally high didn’t make things easy and when the feeling of happiness was gone, everything just seemed super confusing. This was a bad trip. A super bad trip. One of those days when Dali could swear he would never take anything again. Until he would again.

"Oh no, I've fallen from heaven" Tristan sighed with a ladle full of sarcasm. He was irritated by this sudden mood swing and never liked to be the cause of a bad mood. It'd been a long time since Tristan had done something wild and impulsive and he sort of missed the thrill of it. Oh, what the hell? He moved back closer to Dali and put his hand on the other's neck as he went in for a kiss.