Danny Williams (
haolehothead) wrote2012-03-04 10:53 am
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March 7th
Danny feels ridiculous. Genuinely and truly, he doesn't know that he's ever felt like more of a schmuck in his entire life, feeling as nervous as he does. He's in the main room of the hut, watching sports like something might actually change in the outcome of his Best Of DVDs if he just watches hard enough. Nothing does change.
Still, he stays nervous and he feels like he's about to do something that could simultaneously be the best and the worst thing that he's ever done in his entire life -- and it's tomorrow. He's getting hitched with Steve tomorrow. He's got his clothes hung up over the doorway, he's got a speech in mind for the reception, and he's even doing fairly okay with not having Grace there. He just can't shake the goddamn nerves.
"Shit," he mutters, getting up to get some air, leaving the door open before he returns to the best of the NHL, circa 2008. He's supposed to be calm about this. It's Steve. It's his best friend, it's the guy he's been with for over a year -- almost to the day, even -- and friends with for over a year before that.
Maybe the solution here is some booze, but Danny doesn't want to be that tragic kind of guy who does it all alone.
Still, he stays nervous and he feels like he's about to do something that could simultaneously be the best and the worst thing that he's ever done in his entire life -- and it's tomorrow. He's getting hitched with Steve tomorrow. He's got his clothes hung up over the doorway, he's got a speech in mind for the reception, and he's even doing fairly okay with not having Grace there. He just can't shake the goddamn nerves.
"Shit," he mutters, getting up to get some air, leaving the door open before he returns to the best of the NHL, circa 2008. He's supposed to be calm about this. It's Steve. It's his best friend, it's the guy he's been with for over a year -- almost to the day, even -- and friends with for over a year before that.
Maybe the solution here is some booze, but Danny doesn't want to be that tragic kind of guy who does it all alone.
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"Saw your guy out on the water this morning," she says while she's pawing around for glasses. "He seems good."
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She drops down on the sofa next to Danny, sets the glasses on the table, and lines them up for bartender pour. Except she doesn't waste the vodka with the splashy move, just pours them separately.
When she hands off the glass, she gives him a look over. Not as fried as she'd have figured him to be by now. "You all copacetic?"
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Strangely, he is calm. This is Danny's calm ranting, because his hands aren't everywhere at once. "I'm having internal freakouts," he admits. "They come and go. I think I'm in the process of it going, now."
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She grins, though, because it's actually cute (never telling them that) that they're so hot for each other (okay, maybe she will tell them some time, but not today, probably), and nudges him in the shoulder.
"C'mon, let's drink to you have nothing to freak out about."
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It's like she told him at Mardi Gras. She loves Declan. It kinda feels as close to forever as she can imagine. Yeah, okay, her 'forever' isn't the same as most people's, probably, since three years ago she hadn't stayed in one place more than a few months since she was sixteen. But for her, they've already been together forever. And she can't imagine ever getting married. Even if forever means forever.
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"But I guess I don't get why getting Magnus to say it's done makes a difference." She holds up her fingers, because she's not saying he shouldn't or she doesn't think it's good. It's just on her mind and he's so adamant about it, he seems like a good person to ask. "What changes?" Because something does. It has to. Or she wouldn't be so adamant about not doing it.
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Magnus getting rid of the name she's had for one-hundred and sixty years, after fighting for the right to carry it for herself, to be a doc, all the stuff she's done? It just doesn't make sense to her. Why should a chick take her guy's name? It's like saying she's property. Why should he take her name? Same difference. But it was important to Magnus, so Kate smiled and said congratulations to Mrs. Dr. Zimmerman.
"You guys doing the hyphen thing?" she asks, because that kind of does make sense. What god has joined and all that, even if sodomy's the sin with no name for the same people who believe that. One more thing that doesn't make sense to Kate. Why the hell would a god make people the way they are and then punish them for it? Love is sacred, so why is some love sinful?
This? Would be why Kate doesn't do the thinking thing. She just chases herself around in circles. Mostly, she doesn't give a fuck. To her, it's just what it is. Danny and Steve belong together and anyone who can't see that is just an idiot. Simple.
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She shrugs, then, and sips her vodka, grinning. "I guess it's not really stalking if he knows you're doing it and he's cool with it. Just, do us all a favor and keep the kinky blowups for the bedroom."
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