We Have a Winner || Ethan and Dane
Ethan wasn’t even sure what to think at this point. Everything seemed to be happening so fast that all he could do was nod his head and hope to god that he was at least doing it right. He bit his lower lip for a moment before he followed the man out of the bathroom, trying to match the confidence that Dane was exerting off. He could feel everyone’s eyes on the both of them, especially when they went into the kitchen. For a moment he glanced to his side to see their waiter staring at them, his jaw somewhat dropped as if he couldn’t believe his eyes that Dane had graced them all with his presence. But it was only a matter of seconds before they were out the back exit and Ethan let out a breath of air that he had no idea he had been holding, “So is that what it’s like to be a celebrity? Avoiding the hell out of security and the paparazzi?” Ethan asked, one of his blonde brows perking up in curiosity.
Dane didn't tense at all through the kitchen, eyes forward, not giving a shit what anyone thought about him being in there. Once they got outside he let out a laugh. "Oh, it's been so long since I've done something like this." He turned his eyes on Ethan and nodded once. "That's part of it, but a bigger part is the thrill of the stage and the adoring fans knowing every one of the lyrics that mean so much to you and the money. Holy shit the money." Pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, he pushed them onto his face and then touched the other's shoulder. "Come on, there's a great place a block from here. We can pick something up and go back to my hotel to eat. Then you can pick my brain all you like." He spoke as if there was nothing unusual about his words, turning on his heel and heading down the street.




