The sputtering from Steve's other side is worth it, and it would be for its own sake, but it's even better when Steve cuts off whatever enraged comment was coming Danny's way, and picks up the challenge with the same light in his eye that he gets whenever someone thinks they can shoot faster than he can.
Which leaves Danny with a set of feelings too simple to be called complicated, but which are, because he shouldn't be using this mission as a chance to pretend it's anything like real life. Shouldn't take the vicious pleasure he does in the fact that Steve ignores the other guy, and turns to him, instead. It's not like it's a real situation, where he's actually won the round, and Steve's faked interest wasn't planned ahead of time, wasn't a sure thing, but he can't help feeling mollified, anyway. It makes him want to be louder, to wave his hands more and steal Steve's attention from the whole rest of the room, make him laugh, or grin in that way that means he thinks Danny's a nutjob, but that's coated in five years of trust and affection.
He wishes there wasn't a part of him that feels like looking back out over the room isn't just keeping an eye out for their mark, but could be an actual part of the game. Tagging each other, coaxing and prodding and teasing, like this is a real night at a real bar and he's really trying to steal Steve away, and not because they're partners and it'll just be easier if they don't have to deal with any civilians tonight. "Me?"
Eyebrows arcing up, while he looks back at Steve, that free hand lifting to point at his own chest. "Who said I'm getting you a drink?"
Pick it up, run with it. Like always. Pushing at each other, challenging each other, never giving any quarter and never caring what anyone around them might think.
Danny probably shouldn't love it as much as he does, but he does. Which is fine. He's been crazy ever since he let Steve drag him into this whole mess, five years ago.
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Date: 2015-10-03 03:26 pm (UTC)The sputtering from Steve's other side is worth it, and it would be for its own sake, but it's even better when Steve cuts off whatever enraged comment was coming Danny's way, and picks up the challenge with the same light in his eye that he gets whenever someone thinks they can shoot faster than he can.
Which leaves Danny with a set of feelings too simple to be called complicated, but which are, because he shouldn't be using this mission as a chance to pretend it's anything like real life. Shouldn't take the vicious pleasure he does in the fact that Steve ignores the other guy, and turns to him, instead. It's not like it's a real situation, where he's actually won the round, and Steve's faked interest wasn't planned ahead of time, wasn't a sure thing, but he can't help feeling mollified, anyway. It makes him want to be louder, to wave his hands more and steal Steve's attention from the whole rest of the room, make him laugh, or grin in that way that means he thinks Danny's a nutjob, but that's coated in five years of trust and affection.
He wishes there wasn't a part of him that feels like looking back out over the room isn't just keeping an eye out for their mark, but could be an actual part of the game. Tagging each other, coaxing and prodding and teasing, like this is a real night at a real bar and he's really trying to steal Steve away, and not because they're partners and it'll just be easier if they don't have to deal with any civilians tonight. "Me?"
Eyebrows arcing up, while he looks back at Steve, that free hand lifting to point at his own chest. "Who said I'm getting you a drink?"
Pick it up, run with it. Like always. Pushing at each other, challenging each other, never giving any quarter and never caring what anyone around them might think.
Danny probably shouldn't love it as much as he does, but he does. Which is fine. He's been crazy ever since he let Steve drag him into this whole mess, five years ago.