Gar had taken more curtain calls than was strictly necessary, but it was funny. Besides, he'd rocked that dress, and maybe he felt like he deserved a bit more applause for how good his ass looked in it.
After the play was over and he'd changed and washed his makeup off (he had his own makeup; NYU didn't really have a lot of the proper shade of green) he waited around for Rose to show up. She didn't. "Hmm." She definitely had had time to get back there. Clearly she chose not to. "I don't know what you think you're trying to pull here, but you're not pulling it," he said. Gar ran to the nearest exit and jumped into the air, a few feathers touching down where moments before he'd been standing.
"Prisoners of love! Blue skies above! Can't keep our hearts in jail!" Gar sang as he flew, the song still in his head.