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haolehothead) wrote2013-07-06 11:41 pm
haolehothead) wrote2013-07-06 11:41 pm
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When Danny wakes up in a body that's not his, not even remotely, he sort of lies in bed and hates life for a while. He huffs and he puffs and he kicks the covers and he stares at the ceiling with his arms crossed until the feeling of breasts under his arms gets too weird and then he uncrosses them. It's not like this was funny the first time, but at least he's not eighteen years old this go-around.
Still, it's not like that makes it better.
Danny mumbles complaint and excuses to a sleepy Steve, grabbing hold of a robe and knotting it over the white t-shirt and boxers he likes to sleep in, staggering down the beach to Rachel's door. He knocks on the door, knowing that he might wake Jess up, but right now, Rachel's his best bet for booze and a shoulder to bitch to. "Rachel," Danny sighs. "Rachel, open up. I need comfort in the form of whatever liquor you hide in there."
Still, it's not like that makes it better.
Danny mumbles complaint and excuses to a sleepy Steve, grabbing hold of a robe and knotting it over the white t-shirt and boxers he likes to sleep in, staggering down the beach to Rachel's door. He knocks on the door, knowing that he might wake Jess up, but right now, Rachel's his best bet for booze and a shoulder to bitch to. "Rachel," Danny sighs. "Rachel, open up. I need comfort in the form of whatever liquor you hide in there."