Danny never lights up by parts. He goes all at once, like someone remembered suddenly to turn the sun back on. The way he starts smiling, crinkling up his eyes, pulling the lines at the edges of his mouth tight and broad. But nothing, nothing beats the way his eyes light up. Okay. Well, there are certain things that are still new enough they really, really do, but he savors this.

The way Danny's laugh bursts free of his mouth, while he's trying to play it off, but he looks so pleased. The kind of pleased that almost edges toward embarrassment before it is so true ad deep, with no bottom edge or realistic wall, maybe more than admission in words can contain. The kind of second that looks perfect on him. Laughing, joking, where if they were at his place, Steve would let his fingers find Danny's hair and steal all of this right off his lips.

His fingers itched, with nothing but the slick waxed bartop beneath, needing something more to busy them with, glancing toward the drinks almost to them before Danny, arrogant success mapping across his features, and dragging it back to teh beginning, "So, you'll go, again, sometime."

Which really happens seconds before there's another pint and another bottle of beer being placed before them. On new bright napkins, not yet ringed with water stains. The woman, her name badge pinned to her jeans pocket instead of her shirt reading Megan, was wiping her hands on her pants, smile still wide and a little edged now, gaze flitting to the side only barely, but still more than once.

Looking directly at Danny only, as she said, "That'll be three-fifty. Cash, or do you have tab?"