March 7th

[haolehothead]

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.

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[adealtooartful]

"From beer?" Dodger said, incredulous. He considered beer barely alcoholic - the sort of drink workplaces gave out rather than tepid water, the kind of thing you drank with your meal if you could afford anything.

"And what do the girls do with the flowers, then?" He asked, endlessly curious.

[haolehothead]

"Yes, from beer," Danny lectures, shooting Jack a strained look as he makes sure he understands that he's not to take any of this drinking lightly. "And girls just put the flowers out for show. Sometimes, they like to brag about them."

[adealtooartful]

Dodger raised his eyebrows and hands in feigned innocence - a much practiced look, even if this was done with a give-away smile to his lips - when Danny shot him a look. "They mean all sorts of things, don't they, flowers? Bet said that once - that real ladies knew what meant what."

[haolehothead]

"They can be a way into a girl's heart, or other places," Danny says, not sure how much he wants to be Jack's advisor on this particular topic. After all, it's not like it's something that he wants to say he bonded over with him. "Look, just be nice and get her one for a corsage."

[adealtooartful]

"Aye?" He didn't really have need of that, but if well-established folk used them to go a-courting then they had to be a very nice gesture. "For a what?"

He took a sip of his beer, and wished again he could've smoked his pipe along with it. "It feel different any to mary a covey rather than a lady?"

[haolehothead]

"I don't know. I have a type," Danny admits with a hapless shrug. The more he really thinks about it, the more he has to realize that Rachel and Steve shared a lot in terms of physicality, but also in terms of their personality. "She wore the pants of our marriage, I'm not stupid enough to believe otherwise. This time around, I get a bit more control, it's nice," he says with a pleased smirk.