hatesparadise | MCA #0, Saturday Morning

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MCA #0, Saturday Morning

Danny had not drunk enough last night to be hungover, but he was feeling the lack of sleep at the very least. Hence, drinking coffee as he blandly looked out at the lanai and the mass of glitter that decorated it now.

Oh, and the two inflatable reindeer.

"I'm not cleaning that up," he muttered into his coffee.

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Nah, Steve could read Danny well enough to recognize when Danny was Done, and he seemed pretty done right now.

He couldn't put his finger on why, though.

"It's twice as strong as regular coffee," Steve said, "and it's from space."

Well, Danny couldn't either! Not exactly. Not past the obvious things. Thing. So, they were in the same boat there.

"Sure, why not? I'll have some magic space coffee," he sighed.

A mission Steve could accomplish and make Danny happy! Win/Win as far as Steve was concerned. "I'll be right back," he said, heading out to the lanai and climbing back up the rope to Rey's lanai.

As one does.

"Yeah, that's gonna be a thing," Danny muttered, watching him go before kicking at a little pile of glitter. Because, god help him, he was actually missing Hawaii right now.

Steve came back through the front door like a normal human, at least, carrying two servings of coffee in red Solo cups.

Classy, Steve. Classy.

Danny refrained from saying that it could have gone into normal coffee cups if Steve had been a normal human being and walked upstairs. Mostly because he didn't have the energy to deal with it. "Thanks," he said dryly instead, taking a cup from him.

"You're welcome," Steve said, sitting just a little too close to Danny with his own coffee.

Because he wouldn't be Steve without that. Danny hid a tight expression behind a sip of coffee. Caf. Whatever the hell it was.

"You seem chipper for someone who drank that much."

"Advil and two big things of Gatorade before bed," Steve said. "I should've shared."

That eased some of the tension that Danny couldn't rightly explain to him and he huffed out a laugh. "I'm not hungover, Steve. But I guess it's good you know how to handle it."

"It is one of the first things I learned at the Academy," Steve admitted with a slightly rueful chuckle. "Never show up to morning PT hungover."

Not that he'd gotten drunk then. He was far too much of a rule-follower at 18, but he'd absorbed the knowledge of how to avoid the headaches like a sponge.

A rule-follower who was searching for a place to belong and people to belong to. That made sense to Danny.

"Yeah, I got most of my binge drinking days out a while back. I'm good to never do it again."

Mostly during the divorce, really.

"Did you have any fun last night?" Steve asked.

Was Steve trying to interrogate him?

"Once the cattle prod was put away, yes I did."

"In my defense, I didn't know I was getting a cattle prod," Steve said.

"Yeah, there's a reason I double-check your procurement requests back home." Ever since the first grenade incident.

But hey, Danny was relaxing a little more, even if he was still a little off from normal.

Maybe he just needed a normal weekend to feel better.

"Am I getting it back?" Steve asked.

"Like you're not going to dig it out the moment I leave the apartment," Danny countered.

"Well, you'd notice," Steve said. "I'd rather you just give it back."

Which was weirdly non-controlling for Steve.

"Explain to me why you need a cattle prod, Steven."

"Maybe we'll run into some cattle, Daniel," Steve said.

Danny just sighed and looked up at the ceiling out of abject frustration with his life at the moment. "Maybe we'll run into some cattle," he repeated. "Sure. Why not?"

"When the inflatable reindeer come to life, don't come crying to me about how you wish you'd given me back my cattle prod, okay," Steve said.

"It's in my bedroom. Knock yourself out," Danny said, rubbing his eyes like it would help.

He was pretty sure Steve wouldn't sneak in there while he was sleeping, so it seemed like the safest place for it.

Of course he wouldn't sneak in there! That would be creepy and inappropriate and he would only do it when absolutely necessary.

Like when he had nightmares of Danny being hurt.

"I'll be right back," Steve said with a pleased little smile, already planning for a better place to stash the cattle prod.

	
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