[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It usually is," Steve says, gazing at Orpheus. "You're beautiful, sweetheart."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and turns for him. "I won't embarrass you?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You never do," Steve says, gazing at him fondly.

[golden_lyre]

"Then I think we've found what we need."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Perfect." He stands and kisses him. "C'mon, let's pay for this and get outta here."

[golden_lyre]

"All right," Orpheus says. "Can you grab the tags on these?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Do you want to wear it out or go back to the apartment first?"

[golden_lyre]

He smirks. "Do you want to take me to the apartment first?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve thinks about it a moment, then shakes his head. "Let's go out first. Do I look okay?"

[golden_lyre]

"You look perfect," Orpheus says with a smile, leaning in to kiss him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Then let's go out," Steve murmurs. "Theater first, then a late dinner."

[golden_lyre]

"All right, then." He grins and picks up his clothes to head out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Once they've paid for the clothes--Steve is pretty sure he sees a smirk or two--they head for Manhattan and Times Square. Steve has no problem taking the subway.

[golden_lyre]

Nor does Orpheus for that matter. He rather likes it, a way to get to know the city like nothing else.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps a protective hand on Orpheus's back as they move through the press of the crowd.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus happily stays close to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This is the hard part," Steve says when they're on Broadway. "I know it can be done, I'm just not entirely sure how."

[golden_lyre]

"Getting tickets, you mean?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Right. Standby tickets, anyway. I know you can call a number and get tickets in advance, but just walking up to a box office and asking if they have any standbys--never done that."

He grins at Orpheus. "Where should we try our luck?"

[golden_lyre]

"Well, what would you like to see?" he asks, looking down the street at the theatres.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've been wanting to see 'The Lion King,' but I suspect you'd rather not do a musical."

[golden_lyre]

He wrinkles his nose. "If it's all right with you, yes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's fine, honey. That's what I figured. " He puts an arm around Orpheus's shoulders. "What about 'Macbeth'?"

[golden_lyre]

"'Macbeth would be excellent," Orpheus says with a smile. Shakespeare was one of his mother's too, after all.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The theater is up here." He leads Orpheus up Broadway to the theater advertising Macbeth.