His hands spread, and he shrugs, slicing the right one up in a diagonal line and back down again, parsing out his words. "I am just saying, you seem very pleased with yourself over there, like something is amusing you, and me, I have found very little to be amused by, tonight, but then, I am not the one with beautiful women attempting to drape themselves all over me."
He's not totally sure if he'd meant to say that last part, but there it is, anyhow, falling out of his mouth with the rest of his words, like he can never manage to stop, and it's a goddam mercy he's able to haul himself back and stop there, honestly, because the last hour is playing itself out in his head and the subsequent mix of jealous anger and aggravation is making his head spin into a miserable, sickening fog.
While Steve continues to look at him like there has been absolutely nothing weird about this night at all, which Danny guesses there hasn't been, aside from the fact that his blood pressure is hitting the roof and he'd had the distinct and unpleasant desire to break some girl's hand off her arm just for touching Steve, and, Christ, Danny really needs to get a grip.
It's not going to be now, though. Not with Steve watching him, blandly curious. Like Danny doesn't already know this is insane. Like he doesn't already know he's messed up, and bad at all this, and out of line.
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Date: 2012-12-01 02:03 am (UTC)His hands spread, and he shrugs, slicing the right one up in a diagonal line and back down again, parsing out his words. "I am just saying, you seem very pleased with yourself over there, like something is amusing you, and me, I have found very little to be amused by, tonight, but then, I am not the one with beautiful women attempting to drape themselves all over me."
He's not totally sure if he'd meant to say that last part, but there it is, anyhow, falling out of his mouth with the rest of his words, like he can never manage to stop, and it's a goddam mercy he's able to haul himself back and stop there, honestly, because the last hour is playing itself out in his head and the subsequent mix of jealous anger and aggravation is making his head spin into a miserable, sickening fog.
While Steve continues to look at him like there has been absolutely nothing weird about this night at all, which Danny guesses there hasn't been, aside from the fact that his blood pressure is hitting the roof and he'd had the distinct and unpleasant desire to break some girl's hand off her arm just for touching Steve, and, Christ, Danny really needs to get a grip.
It's not going to be now, though. Not with Steve watching him, blandly curious. Like Danny doesn't already know this is insane. Like he doesn't already know he's messed up, and bad at all this, and out of line.
Like it matters.