Mirza laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand and smiling more at the ceiling rather than Ren. "I don't like to go alone and you're the one friend I have in the building. It's got nothing to do with you acting like a drunk fool. Besides, I'll be more drunk than you I'm sure..." Ren would probably have to make himself the designated driver unless they planned on catching a cab.
He blinked at the Flash Dance reference and arched an eyebrow, "Uh, no. All the other dancers would murder me because the stage would need to be mopped and everyone would leave. Or they'd slip and fall." Sometimes, reality just wasn't as fun as the movies was it?
Mirza licked his lips lightly and smiled almost shyly at his knees. With a little shrug of his shoulders he said, "I don't see why I should hide who I am. I'm perfectly comfortable with myself in all areas. If other people can't handle that then... they can fuck off."