It's infuriating, that smirk, and Danny's jaw sets further at the sight of it, because, what, Steve thinks he's being funny? He's braced for some other comment, something from Steve to let him know that he's on notice to get his head back in the game, but there's nothing; just an enigmatic smile and a comment about the table, which just makes Danny's eyes narrow, suspicious. Steve never drops anything, okay, Lieutenant Commander Single Track Mind is entirely incapable of letting things slide. He has resorted to interrogation techniques more than once to get something out of Danny, and he never rests until every last secret has been pried loose.
So it's a little unsettling, to say the least, that Steve just smiles and doesn't say, do, or threaten anything, making Danny twist his mouth, exasperated, as he tosses a cue over. "What, you can't pony up seventy-five cents?"
He could probably get the house to pick up a game for him, too, but Danny's sure as hell not going to put that option on the table. "Would it kill you to pay for something yourself? Do you even carry money? Because I am seriously starting to consider the very real chance that you just never have your wallet on you, in which case, you also need to stop driving my car, before I arrest you for driving without a license."
Ignoring that stupid smirk, and the even more stupid chain of reactions in his chest, beginning with a sudden sideways jerk of his heart and flopping into warm waves lapping around his ribs as they grow tight, while something skitters relentlessly under his skin. Steve's not helping, leaning all loose and languid over the edge of the table, drawing the cotton of his shirt snug along the curve of his back, making Danny's stomach curl tight, knotting in his throat.
He takes a deep drink, and considers the possibility that he should take a long hard look at the ridiculous state of his life, that this is even happening to him, and Jesus, look at that smile, Danny needs sunglasses just to look at it dead on.
"Quit hanging around, the sooner you accept the fact that you are about to get schooled, the easier it'll be."
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Date: 2012-11-26 10:28 pm (UTC)So it's a little unsettling, to say the least, that Steve just smiles and doesn't say, do, or threaten anything, making Danny twist his mouth, exasperated, as he tosses a cue over. "What, you can't pony up seventy-five cents?"
He could probably get the house to pick up a game for him, too, but Danny's sure as hell not going to put that option on the table. "Would it kill you to pay for something yourself? Do you even carry money? Because I am seriously starting to consider the very real chance that you just never have your wallet on you, in which case, you also need to stop driving my car, before I arrest you for driving without a license."
Ignoring that stupid smirk, and the even more stupid chain of reactions in his chest, beginning with a sudden sideways jerk of his heart and flopping into warm waves lapping around his ribs as they grow tight, while something skitters relentlessly under his skin. Steve's not helping, leaning all loose and languid over the edge of the table, drawing the cotton of his shirt snug along the curve of his back, making Danny's stomach curl tight, knotting in his throat.
He takes a deep drink, and considers the possibility that he should take a long hard look at the ridiculous state of his life, that this is even happening to him, and Jesus, look at that smile, Danny needs sunglasses just to look at it dead on.
"Quit hanging around, the sooner you accept the fact that you are about to get schooled, the easier it'll be."