Re: Later on!
Danny laughed so hard he snorted his beer out of his nose and had to turn away for a few seconds. Danny wasn't sure he understood half the references in Zinda's story, but the way she delivered it was second to none.
His earlier apprehension at the group had given way to immediate camaraderie as he realized these girls were the real deal. Once Zinda had arrived, things got ridiculous. "Ahhh- ahh god..." he said, wiping his nose and watering eyes with a napkin before turning back.
"You are nuts. Seriously. They don't make women like you any more...and that's probably a good thing" he said jokingly. Danny leaned forward and poured himself some more beer. "You would have liked Orson- the guy who was- the-" he held up his hands, exasperated at his own drunkeness, and giggled "Alright. There was a guy. Who was Iron Fist. Before me. Named Orson. And he was exactly your type" Danny said, nodding suggestively at Zinda across the table. "Square jaw, deep voice, had the hole Clint Eastwood thing going on. Ran around in the 20's and 30's and 40's." Danny lifted his drink to his lips, and shot Zinda a cheeky glance over the rim "You would have loved him. But looks like you're stuck with me".