Steve's mouth snaps, a hard quirk at the edges of it. Both of them firming in, lifting too fast and easy. Leaving him rolling his eyes, with a clipped shake of his head, while he's setting down his new pint and going to wipe slick fingers on his pants. Only to stop, reach out and wipe it against Danny's shirt sleeve, for his words, for the beer, for being a dick and goof, and someone he couldn't kiss.
But could absolutely aggravate for insulting him. "Thanks, partner."
When he can read the riot act tried to soak straight through those few words.
Words Steve is quite able to say for himself, and does at loud volume. They both do for wholly different reasons.
Like that scandalous mockery thrown all over them, as though putting Steve anywhere near his sacred little brotherhood is hilariously wrong. As though Steve still didn't see all this as a step-down from real work on certain days. Not lately, but sometimes. He'd still never claim to be it. He definitely wasn't a cop. He still hadn't even the slightest want to ever become one of them.
Lani, on the other hand, looks utterly confused. Like someone had thrown her out to sea without any warning. Looking between the two of them as Steve was walking back up, surveying the balls on the table, and really how easy it was going to be to beat her if her game looked like her breaking.
When she's bouncing her pool cue, looking like she's bright-eyedly caught him in a lie of some kind, that she could wield to make him explain why or why not, since this all looked like some rather interesting-in joke. "But I thought you said?"
"I did." He pointed to the twelve not far from the side pocket, like a handful still slumped in the middle due to her break, calling it.
"Then?"
"It's a special assignment." He called for the nine next. Not adding that it was. It had been, he had collected them all.
The original reason was beyond convoluted across two years. But they'd become something far bigger than what it had all started out as. Something worth staying for. Something he really didn't feel the need to point out to a random girl. No more than compelling to her about it, than he felt to tell them about the vast differences of where he came from.
The third isn't as easy. There's nothing specifically lined up. Instead he aims for the center. Breaking the pack of it up more.
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But could absolutely aggravate for insulting him. "Thanks, partner."
When he can read the riot act tried to soak straight through those few words.
Words Steve is quite able to say for himself, and does at loud volume. They both do for wholly different reasons.
Like that scandalous mockery thrown all over them, as though putting Steve anywhere near his sacred little brotherhood is hilariously wrong. As though Steve still didn't see all this as a step-down from real work on certain days. Not lately, but sometimes. He'd still never claim to be it. He definitely wasn't a cop. He still hadn't even the slightest want to ever become one of them.
Lani, on the other hand, looks utterly confused. Like someone had thrown her out to sea without any warning. Looking between the two of them as Steve was walking back up, surveying the balls on the table, and really how easy it was going to be to beat her if her game looked like her breaking.
When she's bouncing her pool cue, looking like she's bright-eyedly caught him in a lie of some kind, that she could wield to make him explain why or why not, since this all looked like some rather interesting-in joke. "But I thought you said?"
"I did." He pointed to the twelve not far from the side pocket, like a handful still slumped in the middle due to her break, calling it.
"Then?"
"It's a special assignment." He called for the nine next. Not adding that it was. It had been, he had collected them all.
The original reason was beyond convoluted across two years. But they'd become something far bigger than what it had all started out as. Something worth staying for. Something he really didn't feel the need to point out to a random girl. No more than compelling to her about it, than he felt to tell them about the vast differences of where he came from.
The third isn't as easy. There's nothing specifically lined up. Instead he aims for the center. Breaking the pack of it up more.