"Danny? You call yourself 'Danny'?" "What's so funny about that? It's a good name for-" "A little boy, yes; but not for a grown man."
She'd laughed and he'd laughed too. Perhaps it was a more suitable name for a boy than a man, but back then he'd played like a boy - still did sometimes if he was honest. So she'd resorted to calling him Danny-boy when she wanted to tease him or when she thought he was being silly.
"Not now, Jean," Gambling replied and reached for the bottle, old habits kicking in swiftly, automatically. Hand hovering in mid-air, fingers mere inches away from touching solid glass, he froze, when he realised...
Inhale.
He turned his head, slowly, to glance over his shoulder. Platinum blonde hair, ruby lips, white silk.