Re: log: louis/ren
The lobby was beginning to fill now, with a steady stream of people approaching the bar for drinks. Louis sidled a few steps away, allowing the next customer to slide in and get a drink of their own. "So I have Heathcliffe to thank," he said, smiling a little as he dipped his nose into the glass. The long hair was a nice look. It suited him.
He tried to imagine Cathy, and his imagination, of course, followed the evening of drinking and running lines to a logical question. "Was there ever anything more than drinking and running lines?" he asked. He was a solid gold star, personally, but he didn't expect rigid definitions of sexuality from other people. His own experiences had been much too messy to believe in hard rules on most things in life, save the strictly ethical. "I've always been fond of that in theatre," he said. "An explosion of barely restrained emotion or passion. It's arresting. It lets the audience live in that place, for a moment or two. When you're as repressed as I am, it's a nice escape. I imagine it must be cathartic for the actor."
"That would be bald and brave, wouldn't it?" The self-deprecating smile indicated that neither was really his style. "It was home." Notes on his relationship with his parents could probably wait for another conversation. "And I went to boarding school, so once I was that age I was only home some of the year. I have brothers and sisters I was raised with, but we're not particularly close these days. I didn't know I was adopted. When I learned about it, I came here to see who I could find. I found more siblings than I can count on one hand."