Jesus, it's like the last half hour never even happened, like Steve hasn't been preening under the attention of extremely attractive, extremely available girls for the better part of the evening, and Danny, just. He can feel the heels digging in, in his head, stubborn now for the sake of it, for the sake of fighting about it, because Steve cannot be this oblivious, can he? When they've been a, sort of, a thing, and.
Yeah, okay, so they haven't defined it. There are no ground rules, although Danny thinks this should have been covered by the umbrella statement of how very not casual he has the actual ability to be, and how casual is Steve's M.O.
Like tonight. Which, fine. He doesn't know what sort of arrangement Steve and Cath had, only that Steve had been bewildered at the insinuation that the two of them were together in any sort of mutually exclusive sense, but he remembers seeing girls around, before. Now and again.
True, he doesn't know how many of them actually made it out of the bar with Steve, but he'd assumed at least a few had. Right?
So how wrong could he be to assume that tonight might have been the one where Steve finally blew him off? Never mind lingering glances at the spot where his collar folds against his throat, or the stupid jumpy lurch his heart makes every time they catch eyes without warning. Never mind all that.
And here is Steve, completely bypassing the point, while having just left behind one very confused, almost annoyed, girl, to leave with Danny, for...what, the Camaro? Making Danny's other hand slip out of his pocket, because this, okay, this calls for at least two. Waving in front of him, fingers pinching together as they move in tight little circles in the air. Plucking words, one at a time, and leveling them at Steve, measured, exasperated.
"Why are you smiling? Are you amused by something? Am I amusing you, Steven?"
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Date: 2012-11-30 04:43 am (UTC)Yeah, okay, so they haven't defined it. There are no ground rules, although Danny thinks this should have been covered by the umbrella statement of how very not casual he has the actual ability to be, and how casual is Steve's M.O.
Like tonight. Which, fine. He doesn't know what sort of arrangement Steve and Cath had, only that Steve had been bewildered at the insinuation that the two of them were together in any sort of mutually exclusive sense, but he remembers seeing girls around, before. Now and again.
True, he doesn't know how many of them actually made it out of the bar with Steve, but he'd assumed at least a few had. Right?
So how wrong could he be to assume that tonight might have been the one where Steve finally blew him off? Never mind lingering glances at the spot where his collar folds against his throat, or the stupid jumpy lurch his heart makes every time they catch eyes without warning. Never mind all that.
And here is Steve, completely bypassing the point, while having just left behind one very confused, almost annoyed, girl, to leave with Danny, for...what, the Camaro? Making Danny's other hand slip out of his pocket, because this, okay, this calls for at least two. Waving in front of him, fingers pinching together as they move in tight little circles in the air. Plucking words, one at a time, and leveling them at Steve, measured, exasperated.
"Why are you smiling? Are you amused by something? Am I amusing you, Steven?"