Danny rambles, using whatever he needs to grab at for it, and Steve doesn't listen. Does. Because Danny can shoot his mouth off for hours, and even go erratic with what he's saying, the examples he uses. But one thing is always true. Danny doesn't. Even when part of Steve is saying he has to be. Still. Like he....was. Except it sounds exactly like a follow up on that 'was' when he's mouthing off to the guy.
The mistakes he made tonight, a lot of not thinking and poor choices made. That all sounds about right for what Steve's already figure out.
Even if Steve doesn't get the time to think about it, because suddenly there's the sounds of scuffle and Danny is calling out to him (instead of calling him out) and the door gets a good shove, while the guy's voice is suddenly panicking, which is all Steve needs. It's not like they need more than what's already happening, when Steve's getting out. The guy with the needle jumping, back, looking around.
Shifty, asking that question and turning on his heels, just as Steve shouts, "Five-0! Hands where we can see them!"
Not that he's going to listen. He wasn't already before the words were out. Throwing the syringe and jack rabbiting off.
Not that Steve says it for anything more than show, and the official required announcement, because he's already three or four steps in, pushing through the space he just dashed away from next to Danny. It's a crowded alley of dumpsters and boxes, for all the establishments and the guy, obviously, hasn't had to run down it before. Hadn't considered it now. Because he panics in a way that announces itself like head lights.
He knows which way he's going, doesn't hesitate in that, but he's sloppy. Looking over his shoulder and catching sight of Steve, only to almost go crashing into a pile and losing steps for it. Sending bags toppling, something metal skittering, and he's trying to figure out what it is. Which brushes off seconds and gives Steve all the motivation he needs to throw himself, with a vicious lack of care and itching want for the worst, at the man's back and send them down in a solidly jarring tumble of limbs and shouting.
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Date: 2015-10-19 02:48 am (UTC)Danny rambles, using whatever he needs to grab at for it, and Steve doesn't listen. Does. Because Danny can shoot his mouth off for hours, and even go erratic with what he's saying, the examples he uses. But one thing is always true. Danny doesn't. Even when part of Steve is saying he has to be. Still. Like he....was. Except it sounds exactly like a follow up on that 'was' when he's mouthing off to the guy.
The mistakes he made tonight, a lot of not thinking and poor choices made. That all sounds about right for what Steve's already figure out.
Even if Steve doesn't get the time to think about it, because suddenly there's the sounds of scuffle and Danny is calling out to him (instead of calling him out) and the door gets a good shove, while the guy's voice is suddenly panicking, which is all Steve needs. It's not like they need more than what's already happening, when Steve's getting out. The guy with the needle jumping, back, looking around.
Shifty, asking that question and turning on his heels, just as Steve shouts, "Five-0! Hands where we can see them!"
Not that he's going to listen. He wasn't already before the words were out. Throwing the syringe and jack rabbiting off.
Not that Steve says it for anything more than show, and the official required announcement, because he's already three or four steps in, pushing through the space he just dashed away from next to Danny. It's a crowded alley of dumpsters and boxes, for all the establishments and the guy, obviously, hasn't had to run down it before. Hadn't considered it now. Because he panics in a way that announces itself like head lights.
He knows which way he's going, doesn't hesitate in that, but he's sloppy. Looking over his shoulder and catching sight of Steve, only to almost go crashing into a pile and losing steps for it. Sending bags toppling, something metal skittering, and he's trying to figure out what it is. Which brushes off seconds and gives Steve all the motivation he needs to throw himself, with a vicious lack of care and itching want for the worst, at the man's back and send them down in a solidly jarring tumble of limbs and shouting.