danny best was the luckiest. (dannyboy) wrote in camulus, @ 2011-07-09 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, daniel best, viktorus petraitis |
WHO: Tori Petraitis [THE PRINCE OF FLIES] and Danny Best [MIRACLE]
WHEN: Back-dated to Thursday 7th July 2037, during/right after musical rehearsal.
WHERE: A little inside the auditorium, but mostly outside of it.
WHAT: Such things as Tori vs. the existence of Korean food, Danny’s best attempt at lying and the suitably ridiculous conclusion to a stupidly ridiculous bet.
STATUS/RATING: Complete! PG-13 for their swearing, talking about sex and Danny’s shameless flirting.
As far as Tori could tell, “dating Danny” meant tolerating speed kisses thanks to swiftstep at strange times, doing activities that didn’t always include being intoxicated, getting to sleep with Danny a ridiculous amount of times per day, and this strange new meal called breakfast. It was all very new. But he didn’t quite hate it as much as he thought he would at first. Granted, it was all pretty unofficial and had been kept quiet. But he hadn’t wandered away out of boredom yet. That was a huge accomplishment in itself. Well. He hadn’t run away from the situation, anyway. He had, however, left Danny’s rehearsal out of sheer need to not sit there listening to Danny sing anymore. It had been funny for a while, and then it had got boring, and now Tori had left without saying anything and was smoking outside, waiting for Danny to get out. He eyed the door for the nineteenth time, checking his watch. That stupid song had to be over by now, he figured. But apparently Danny really was taking his own sweet time singing about feeling pretty. Which shouldn’t have been a huge surprise. If it was one of those days, frequent as they were, when Danny had things to do and places to be right after rehearsal he would have, quite literally, disappeared into thin air a minute or less after it was quitting time. As it was, today wasn’t one of those days and Danny was doing as Danny was prone to, hanging around for a few minutes afterwards laughing and chatting with one or two of the other cast members he was friendly with. He’d been aware that Tori had been sitting in on the rehearsal -- had gotten distracted by the other boy more than once, the fact that his mind wasn’t entirely on the musical showing itself in the occasional glance off into the same spot off-stage and the more frequent smiles he wasn’t able to stop his mouth curling into at inappropriate moments -- and had been equally aware that Tori had disappeared some time go. He hadn’t been that fussed and had figured he’d see the other boy again sooner rather than later, either by design or by Viktorus turning up in his bedroom with a customary lack of warning. So when Danny went through the door into the warmth of natural light, not the last through it but far from the first, he actually was a little surprised to see Tori hanging around outside, apparently waiting for him. Perhaps it was the pleasure of surprise that made the smile Danny gave him a little brighter than he might have expected, but perhaps not; for the past week or so, all of Danny’s smiles had been dialed up a notch when he was around the other boy. “I’m bloody hungry, fancy getting something to eat?” He asked, unclipping his favourite pair of Maya’s sunglasses from his plaid shirt’s front pocket and putting them on as he spoke. Tori had been about to leave since half the cast had already made their way out the door. Luckily for Danny, he’d wanted to finish his cigarette first. The moment he did, he looked up and saw his target coming over. “Finally.” Tori snapped first of all, just to show exactly how long he’d been waiting. He fell into step with Danny, ignoring his question at first. “That was stupid as fuck, Daniel.” He had to point out first, just because it honestly had been. Musical theatre was not Tori’s thing, predictably. He had to stop himself from pointing out that he was pretty sure they’d eaten already that day. Regular meals were something of a foreign concept to Tori simply because he rarely remembered to eat them. So it took him a moment to realize that yes, food actually did sound like a good option. “We could eat.” He said, ever-casually. Did Danny's good mood so much as flicker at the prickly greeting? Did it fuck."If I'd known such a bloody pretty half-demon was waiting for me, I would've been quicker." He answered, playful and cheeky and honest, really, flirting a little in that way where he did think Tori was a bit pretty and enjoyed telling him so, but also saying it to try and get a reaction. Which, come to think of it, was probably just part of Danny’s strange way of flirting with Tori, too. The comment about the musical he let slide past him, unsurprised and unconcerned that Tori had thought it was stupid and not that fussed about defending it or his part in it. Tempted by the thicker smell of smoke that hung around Tori and the fact that he hadn't had one in over an hour and a half, Danny took out a cigarette, stopping for a second to light it and take the first deep drag before walking again alongside the other boy. "Ace," he replied with an exhale of smoke, genuinely pleased at the company and because he was acutely aware of the emptiness of his stomach. A variety of different types of food went through his head and added together with what he felt like just then and what Tori might go for it. "We can get Korean, there's this place in the city that does bloody good yukgaejang." And, because as far as Danny was concerned, paying for your own food was a mundane kind of something to be avoided at almost all times, added on the upbeat phrase, laid-back with familiarity. "I'll pay for yours if you pay for mine." Being called pretty was not actually something Tori enjoyed about this whole “Being Together” arrangement. In fact it usually led to rude comments. Today, though, he just scowled up at Danny as though daring him to continue on that train of thought. He didn’t try to hit the other boy or anything, though, which was a good step in the right direction. (See, he was trying.) Tempted by Danny’s newly-lit cigarette, Tori took out another of his own and lit up just in time to hear Danny say some word that was apparently a food. “What the fuck is a yuk...thing?” He laughed, staring up at Danny with a shake of his head that might have almost been interpreted as playful. “You can’t just fucking making up words and then call it food, Daniel. It doesn’t work like that.” But he shrugged, at the end of it all. “If it turns out that this actually exists, I’ll pay for yours.” Danny only smiled unrepentantly down at Tori’s scowling face, perfectly aware that Tori didn’t like being called pretty. He’d stopped getting adorably moody about being called ‘sweetheart’, but so far ‘pretty’ was still good for it. He considered swiftstepping them back to his room so he could steal a kiss off him, but decided against it; he was having a smoke right now, after all. When Tori didn’t just say he didn’t know what the food was (as Danny had assumed, really), but flat out questioned its existence, Danny laughed without mocking. He bloody loved Tori’s reactions to most things. “It’s a real! You’ll like it, promise.” Of that, Danny was fairly certain; it was bloody brilliantly made and it was a kind of soup, and he knew how Tori was about soups. Holding his cig between two fingers he brought it back to his lips, looking over at Tori and smiling, “Would I lie to you, Viktorus?” Tori didn’t actually appreciate being mocked like this, but he’d been around Danny for a long time now. This meant that he was absolutely used to being made fun of by now, and he was okay with it, really. He had yet to learn the valuable lesson of just not responding to Danny,but he didn’t mind it so much. Any attention was good attention, right? Something like that. He still looked rather suspicious that this thing was real, however. But he couldn’t see Danny dragging him all the way to Boston to eat a false food, so he just laughed at Danny’s question. “You wouldn’t know how to lie if your life depended on it.” He said, which was a slightly good point. Danny had a lot of strengths, but being sneaky was not one of them, and Tori knew it. “So I guess you probably aren’t. Probably.” “I’m not that bloody bad!” Danny protested, laughing at what he considered Tori’s cheek. When you valued honesty, sincerity and a straight-forward manner as highly as Danny did, holding information back was definitely doable but an ability to outright lie easily or convincingly was just not ever going to be on the cards. Still, he ran his hand through his hair and thought. After a period of contemplation that lasted for three drags on his cigarette, he had it. It was with confidence and satisfaction and a little triumph (see, look, look what I can do!) and, of course, a very pleased smile, that Danny told Tori, “Viktorus, I have not had sex today.” Danny’s attempt at a lie only taught Tori what exactly he was working with here. It was not good news, if he’d actually wanted Danny to lie in the first place. But on some level, Tori actually liked that Danny wouldn’t ever lie to him, if only because he couldn’t. It made him less likely to lie back, and it gave him one less thing to be suspicious about. He appreciated that. So, if his responding laughter and eye-roll at his friend’s sad attempt was a bit more fond than it would have been otherwise, he could hardly be blamed. He smiled. “Good try, I guess, if you’re going for convincing short-term memory loss.” Tori looked straight ahead, trying to fight back a rather smug grin but failing. “Because that’s definitely not what you said this morning.” The butterflies that decided to turn up and flutter pleasurably about in Danny’s insides when Tori smiled at him were, gay and teenage girl-esque as it was, a very familiar reaction to that particular quasi-phenomenon. Add that to his happy disposition and more reminders of what they’d gotten up to before Danny had ditched via swiftstep to training with Daniela and Casper and damn right he couldn’t help straight up beaming. “I don’t recall doing a whole lot of talking this morning, sweetheart.” Danny flirted back, savouring his cigarette for longer than he normally would have done, mostly because he didn’t want to have to swiftstep away and back right then to flick the butt in the a trash can for all it would take two blinks of an eye. Tori had none of the environmental conscientiousness that Danny seemed to, and thus just dropped his cigarette butt to the ground without really thinking twice about picking it up. (They’d for sure float into some stream, who cared?) But he couldn’t help agreeing with Danny. “Well, no, there were better things to do this morning.” He continued looking simultaneously very pleased with himself (it had been a very good morning) and unimpressed. But it didn’t work and soon it was hard to hide the fact that he was pretty much just smiling,anyhow. With everything that had been happening in the last month, various dramas that rarely directly touched Danny but always seem to get him pulled in from the periphery through one friendship or another, Danny did what he did best and looked for the good times and the bright spots to get him through. In a way that was both similar and very different to his friendship with Yeon, spending time with Tori in any capacity had long been an instant bright spot for Danny. As of recently, that had increased for the much, much better and Danny was never more aware of it than times like right now, when Tori was smiling -- cue butterflies -- and they were flirting about having slept together (sober, after he’d spent the night, as bloody unbelievably great as all of that still was). That this was the day after another spike in the increasingly awful Brielle situation made Danny appreciate how happy Tori looked even more, considering the moods it had put them both in yesterday. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to get the impression you think I’m good in bed.” He said with an increased dose of fondness alongside the expected confident playfulness, his mind only vaguely on the bet they had going (or had had going on, the bet’s deadline having slipped past Danny two days prior without his notice). Tori, however, was very aware of the bet and how it had ended two days ago. And now he saw an opportunity to rub in the fact that despite all odds, he’d won. Which wasn’t so very odd, after all, once one considered the bet. Not complimenting people (even Danny) was pretty easy when he rarely complimented them in the first place. Except for, of course, right now. Tori’s eyes were still sincere when he turned them to Danny. He meant it, for the most part, after all. “If you weren’t good at it, I wouldn’t still be coming back to your bed.” He hoped that was worth his next words as his smile turned lop-sided and unmistakably rude. “And I won the bet two days ago, by the way.” To say Danny was surprised when Tori turned to him all sincere-eyed and told him he was good in bed was, well, right on the money; not that he thought that because of course, Danny had already been positive that was how Tori felt, but that he’d said it. And then the next words had come out of Tori’s mouth and it took only a second, and then it clicked and Danny laughed, “Bastard!” Shaking his head, but smiling, Danny sucked the last of the nicotine from his cig, “Well, Viktorus.” And then he disappeared, and an eye-blink later he reappeared some twelve feet in front of where he’d been. He flicked his cigarette into the trash can now next to him, turned towards the other boy with a bit of a mischievous sort of smile and finished what he’d been saying in a somewhat louder volume to cover the new distance between them, “Looks like you won your shots and no hugs, fair and bloody square.” But really, who ever said Danny Best believed in fairplay? With the agility of someone who had done very well on the speed portion of ranking week, Danny ran straight at Tori, swift-stepping as soon as he had enough momentum so that when he reappeared right in front of Tori to get his arms around him he slammed into him with some force, giving the phrase ‘tackle hug’ a nice new supernatural interpretation. For a moment, Tori felt rather triumphant. He started laughing, chalking up Danny’s going away as an opportunity for him to sulk. He didn’t bother swiftstepping to catch up, choosing to remain in the background, smirking mercilessly. “You probably owed me a shot any...” but he didn’t get to finish that thought, simply because in the next 2 seconds, he was being bowled over by Danny, and he hadn’t even seen it coming. With a yelp, he realized that he wasn’t being attacked, he was being hugged. And that was worse. He yelled and started beating his fists into Danny’s hair and shoulders,somewhere between shock and laughter. “You asshole!” He exclaimed, falling to the ground while trying to kick Danny. He used it to his advantage, or tried to, in attempting to at least knee him as he fell. And hopefully that would stop the hug. Anticipating violent resistance and used to much, much worse in an average training sessions, Danny barely felt the random lashing out of hits to his shoulders and was, instead, squeezing the other boy into a hug and laughing his head off (figuratively, Tori, sorry). Danny fell when Tori did, landing on top of him on the ground in a tangle but not before Tori did, in fact, manage to knee him in the groin. “Bastard.” He half-moaned, half-laughed, but rather than retreat Danny instead clung on tighter to him, using his legs to try and pin Tori’s down where they could hopefully not do more damage. Tori was proud that he had, at least, managed to nail Danny once before he was absolutely pinned down with no chance of moving. He tried to kick out a few more times, but the fact of the matter was that Danny was far stronger than he was. Apparently that was what happened when one trained every day. Tori wouldn’t know. The next line of defense in this situation (he’d gone to school, he’d been beat up, he knew how to handle this) was usually to play dead, so Tori went limp and turned his head to the side, staring at a trashcan somewhere in the distance. But he was scrappy, and it didn’t last for long. He instead started thrashing around, trying to get up. “This is probably illegal, fucker, let me up.” Tori glared. Danny was a bit cruel, apparently, as he found Tori’s reaction too bloody funny. When Tori struggled, Danny only hugged him harder and pressed his weight down on him a little to minimise the chance of Tori getting out from under him. “Didn’t realise you’d gone bloody law-abiding on me, sweetheart.” Danny replied with a smug smile, mostly just amused and endeared by the glare he was getting, although he was planning on letting him up. Not to say that he was just going to get off him and let him up easy as that. No, that would be silly. Danny leaned his face close to Tori’s, planted a kiss on the other boy’s cheek and chuckled, “That’s for kneeing me, you cunt.” An odd form of revenge, maybe, but Danny knew it would work much more efficiently for driving Tori mad than any amount of violence would. That done, Danny got up of Tori; quickly and deftly, as might an experienced and nimble wrangler of a dangerous, hissing animal that he realises has just scented blood. Aware as he was that Tori was likely to either try and kick him again or swift-step off in a huff (or both), Danny nevertheless offered Tori a hand up and the proposition, “Come get dinner with me and I’ll put an extra half hour on the timer the next two times you stay over on a week day.” The minute Tori was let up, he sprang to his feet, aiming a punch for Danny’s ribs as a final retribution for being so fucking weird. He walked a few steps in front of him for a few paces, but he let it even out and fell into step with him despite still vaguely wanting to damage him instinctively. Tori was something of an abused animal in some ways; being trapped in a corner apparently triggered that. He glared at Danny’s back, wiping at his cheek as though the kiss had been something acid and unwelcome. But he calmed down fairly quickly once he realized he wasn’t being hugged anymore. Still, he stood away from Danny and took a few moments to answer him, extremely warily, eyeing him without the trust he normally did. “Forty minutes.” He replied finally, smirking. “And you’re paying for everything tonight.” He could still win this. Half-way expecting it as he had been, Danny swift-stepped the instant he saw the blur lunging at him and reappeared some feet behind where he’d been previously. It didn’t occur to him to try and retaliate or anything dumb like that; instead, he only started walking, not trying to catch up with Tori but rather comfortable letting the other boy decide how close to him he wanted to be. “Go on then, Viktorus.” Danny agreed, doing so in a way that suggested 20 more minutes than he had first offered and paying for things was a bigger concession than it really was. “Anything else?” He asked genially, knowing he was probably only asking for trouble but figuring Tori deserved right then to give him some if he wanted. And then, just in case that wasn’t enough encouragement to getting them back on track, asked with a playful, cockyconfident grin, “Or is free stuff and eighty more minutes in bed with me enough for now?” The chance of being offered literally anything (well. he probably couldn’t get away with anything) by Danny was a little distracting, it was true. Visions of terrible requests danced through his head until he realised that he should probably keep this realistic and also try hard to not raise Danny’s ego any more. “The timer’s still a fucking awful idea. That can’t be normal.” He informed Danny, but shrugged. “Throw in the fact you can’t compliment yourself for two weeks, it’s a deal. That’ll be funny.” Tori reminded Danny of his side of the bet with a smirk. “You’re not going to make it. And I’m going to think of something you have to do when you don’t.” Maybe the anticipation of something awful would work his way this time. Quite true, Tori, the timer thing was not in the least normal, but how else was he meant to regularly have sex when he had an early start the next day, without getting carried away enough to do significant damage to his sleeping pattern? Yep, when you lived in Dannyworld, this kind of thinking made absolute perfect sense. Rather than defend any of this to Tori who, Danny knew, would remain unimpressed, he only laughed and ran his fingers through his own hair, “Don’t know how to break this to you, sweetheart, but I’m not interested in being a normal sort of bloke.” Danny hadn’t actually forgotten about his side of the bet, and now that it’d been brought up he wasn’t about to try and cheat his way out of it. Probably, he would try to win because this was Danny and he loved to win and he’d like to see the look on Tori’s face when he did, but maybe not; he thought Tori’s reactions to things were great and part of him was almost interested to see what he came up with as a forfeit. But for right now, he just accepted the challenge with complete cheerful confidence. “You are so bloody on.” But what Danny was concerned about was getting something to eat and doing it with Tori, “Come on then, I’m bloody hungry. I’ll meet you by at the front gates of the park we played tag the other week, and we can go from there.” Confident that Tori would follow after him, Danny swift-stepped again, this time disappearing from campus altogether. |