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“Aren’t you a gentlemen.”

“Yes, fancy drinks for a fancy man.”

“I am just too lazy to argue, you mean.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“I’ll take a mojito. Ps the second round is on me.”

“You’re lucky I’m generous.”

“Sorry, Si.”

“If you want to. It’s up to you. I’d be flattered though.”

“Okay.”

“You should be.”

“What are we waiting for. Let’s make it up with some drinks. The bar is right over there.”

“Don’t overdo it, now. It’s being mean.”

“Well, aren’t you one hell of a labeler.”

“Am I setting you in a mood? I don’t know. What I’m in the mood for is drinks. You down?”

“I am understandably disgusted with myself.”

“Do you want it to be sexual?”

“I do, only watched it once tho. More of a movie with real people kinda guy.”

”Pardon me, but I’d assumed you were straight.”

        “My dad ask me the same thing. The proper name for a male ballet, is Ballerino. But that’s in some Latino or Brazilian cultures. In America, they just reference them as male ballet dancers. Honestly, all the people I’ve worked with, they aren’t american. Whenever I drink, I drink enough to be tipsy. I can’t stand the thought of not having control of my body.”

“Ballerino. Gotcha. I think I should just call you a ballet dancer, or Jensen, whichever one you prefer. Right - I don’t know what that’s like. I tend to become more fun when I’ve got enough alcohol in me to not remember most of my actions.”

“Are you implying something, Si?”

“Are you asking me to be Kristoff? The one who rides you?”

“This has gotten sexual, hasn’t it?”

“I bet I stumped you. There.” He laughed staring at his crotch.

“No but it would be a nice little moment between two guys no?”

”Are you trying to imply something here, Yorkshire?”

        “I’ve never been sick in 12 years. Last time I threw up was when I was nine years old and I got thrown out of the studio that I was at. I was told not to come back until I was healthy again. I missed dance for four days because my mother refused to take me. Trust me, I’ve never missed a day of class. And also, I’ve never been hung over.”

“...So are you sure you’re a real person? I’ve met a ballerina-- ballet dancer, sorry, or two, so I guess I see where that not-hung over thing comes from. But- really?”

“Babe,  But people like me are gone forever, When you say goodbye” Noah quoted Swift. “Just kidding, but no one ditches Noah.”

“To high school boys who like to slut-shame any girl who doesn’t have her ‘v-card’, especially a girl who’s slept with more than one guy, it makes a hell of a lot of sense.”

         “I’m being 100% truthful. I don’t think I’ve ever missed a class since the day I landed here in Lancaster.”

“So you’ve never even been ill? What are you, super-human? Hungover?”

No need to get defensive dude, I’m not gonna crack on her if thats what you’re worried about.

Do I count as a good act? Because you can keep doing me. I don’t need you to make me look good, I’ve got that covered all on my own. I guess you’re okay on the eyes, though.

“Okay, well being thought of as Regina George is still a hell of a lot better than being called ‘parking lot.’”

“Oooh, Si, you hurt my feelings. Go ahead be the traditional boring way. I’ll rock to Taylor myself. I’ll find a guitar with her name, Si. Your loss.”