After the Mardi Gras, Before The Shrove

Danny's been spoiled, that's what he's been. He has been spoiled thoroughly by the majesty of good pizza and good steak and better beers and it doesn't even end there. No, there were the cannolis and there were coco puffs from Liliha's and anything that he wanted and his tongue is still vibrating from all the sugar.

So, all in all, it's been a good night and he'd dressed up a little and felt like a real guy all over. So he didn't have a date, that's fine. It's not like he's ready to let loose the repressed feelings he's been so good at burying down -- that he is a saint for burying down, considering where he lives and the state that Steve fixes the hut in.

He excuses himself from the party before it gets too raucous, heading home with a punch-drunk smile on his face. He hasn't had much to drink beyond a couple beers, and he's just feeling a bit idiotically giddy.

He shuts the door behind him and heads straight for his room, glad that Steve isn't back just yet. Because it's been a good night, true, but what he wants is to cap that off with something a little more and Steve being there is just not gonna help.