hatesparadise | MCA #0, Thursday Afternoon

Steve was a trained military secret operative which was why he was absolutely not attempting to sit on his phone. That would be stupid.

"Out here!" Steve called.

The lanai, where it was maybe 45 degrees outside.

"Why are you outside? It's cold." It was spring cold. Meaning they were spoiled with nice days and now this was 'cold'.

"My phone was being stupid so I didn't want it to bug you," Steve explained.

Well. "Explained."

"Getting weird messages too?" Danny asked, eyeing him with obvious speculation.

"A ton," Steve said, frowning. "Some from you."

"Some from you too," Danny replied. "You mean to send half of 'em?"

"Probably not," Steve said. "What'd you get?"

"One asking who wouldn't want to date you." With a comment about kissing that Danny was thoroughly able to give a honest opinion about the validity of it.

"Well, you sent me a thing about you not being a kid and not wanting to date me," Steve said, "so I sent you something back."

Danny let out a sigh. "That was me responding to some random message from a someone I don't know."

"I got a lot of those," Steve said. "So many people looking for someone's boyfriend."

"Right," Danny replied with another sigh that was a little relieved to not have to address that last message.

Steve waved him to a chair. Come, freeze out here with him, Danny!

"That was bothering you?"

Danny made a face and stepped forward to take that seat, finally closing the door behind him so that he wasn't heating the whole island. "Nah, just got a lot of weird ones."

Liar.

"How weird?" Steve asked, scooting his half-drunk beer over towards Danny.

Which was appreciated even as Danny curled in on himself with the chill. "Got one from the mayor."

"Did she fire you or proposition you?" Steve asked.

"More like the rather awkward accusation that I had done the propositioning," Danny replied.

Steve made a yikes face, then added a "yikes" out loud just to drive that home. "You didn't, right? She doesn't seem like your type."

"I did not," he replied dryly, taking a sip of Steve's beer. Because, oh, there was that other thing about Steve technically being his boss back in Hawaii. "And she's not."

"Well, maybe everyone will just ignore the messages," Steve said.

Like the one where Danny said people were talking about their sex lives.

"What about yours?" Danny asked, offering the beer back.

Steve hummed around the beer, buying time. "I didn't get one from the mayor. Diego told me he wouldn't date me."

"You're crushed, I can tell," Danny replied dryly.

Edited 2021-04-02 11:09 (UTC)

"It's why I'm drinking," Steve said just as dryly.

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