"I never said that," he's saying, leveling a finger at Steve and Steve's stupid smug expression, like butter would not melt in his mouth. Which is honestly one of Danny's favorite expressions, if also aggravating in the extreme. When everything softens a little, in Steve's face, and he's got that look, triumph mixed with something warm and fond, that gentles his usually razor-sharp arrogance and makes Danny's heart do stupid, jumpy things in his chest.
So he's still grinning, when his new drink arrives, and it takes him a second, as he's going for his wallet, tugging some dollar bills out, to notice the odd thing about this interaction. Eyes sliding from the bartender, to the drinks, to Steve, and back again, grin slimming down to an amused, bemused tuck of his lips.
"What, is there some kind of notice out that I'm the one paying for things? I wouldn't put it past Kamekona, but it might be nice of him to let me know. Or did you just forget about him?"
A little more casual than the prickling at the back of his neck might imply, as he tips his head towards Steve.
Not enough to be anything, yet. But it's a little odd. And he's wired tight these days, even as he hands the bills over, studying her from behind an easy half-smile. "Three fifty, each?"
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Date: 2012-11-22 05:03 am (UTC)So he's still grinning, when his new drink arrives, and it takes him a second, as he's going for his wallet, tugging some dollar bills out, to notice the odd thing about this interaction. Eyes sliding from the bartender, to the drinks, to Steve, and back again, grin slimming down to an amused, bemused tuck of his lips.
"What, is there some kind of notice out that I'm the one paying for things? I wouldn't put it past Kamekona, but it might be nice of him to let me know. Or did you just forget about him?"
A little more casual than the prickling at the back of his neck might imply, as he tips his head towards Steve.
Not enough to be anything, yet. But it's a little odd. And he's wired tight these days, even as he hands the bills over, studying her from behind an easy half-smile. "Three fifty, each?"