characters: steve, danny and killian. (post order as well) setting: a bar in town, later this evening. summary: just a few manly men having a few (too many?) drinks. rating/warnings: medium for inebriation and language. status: incomplete as of 7/19.
Steve was feeling pretty good about the card game, despite having lost miserably. Winning the money hadn't been the point. He had wanted to get people talking to one another, and getting people friendly. Having a little harmless fun with the other prisoners, so to speak. And it had been fun, they had played and people had shared food and he felt like he had a better grasp on who was who and what they were like. There was no more confusing the quiet types for serial killers and all of that. Tonight, he wanted to get Danny out of the house. Things were good for him, but he was essentially drowning in estrogen. He probably didn't even remember what it was like to have a pair anymore.
So he dragged Danny out pretty much straight out from work. Any bar would do, all they had to have was beer and they could both be all set. He lead his friend inside, clapping him over the shoulder with a grin. "It's been a long time since we had a boys night out, brah," He told him, nodding over to the bar nearby. "We'll get some Landsharks and talk about sports and you are not allowed to text your girlfriend at all while you're in here." He warned, wagging his finger in early disapproval, just so that he got the point. "There are no ladies allowed unless there's an emergency."