Vance bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from saying something entirely too dirty or provacative, knowing that the chances of Owen getting naked in front of him were slim to none, but silently zoning out for a second to think about it before snapping back to action, grinning darkly, “You’re fun.” He informed Owen vaguely, enjoying the boy’s company a painful amount as he climbed the stairs to the stage, wracking his brain quickly at Owen’s decision, “Okay, deal.” He agreed, flipping through a mental playlist of the musical, “Summer Nights.” He decided, wanting to laugh at the idea of the sound, but positive that watching Owen sing it would be more than worth it.
“Yes,” he confirmed, sliding his hand down Vance’s arm and recieving a couple of catcalls in response to it, making him laugh and stick his tongue out at the crowd. “But you’re Sandy! I’ll buy you a drink after,” he promised, cuddling into the boy for a second before distancing to get ready as the music started and he grinned like a loon. “Summer lovin’, had me a blast,” he started, feeling free to amp up the dramatics.