Stephanie Brown (eggplantknight) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-27 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | danny lubbe, stephanie brown (batgirl) |
Who: Danny Lubbe & Stephanie Brown
What: Sans Pantalones!
When: Monday, December 23rd
Where: Granny’s then la maison de Lubbe
Rating: Very high, graphic sexy times
Status: Complete
Now that he was rather open about what he did for a living (rather open meaning that Steph knew so that totally counted, right?) it was way less embarrassing to show up in Granny’s in a bathrobe. Actually, come to think of it, it didn’t make much of a difference. He probably would’ve done it anyway. But! The point was that this restaurant that was really just around the corner from work was a safer place to grab some food and be in a bathrobe than most.
Sure, people were giving him weird looks. Probably because his bathrobe was bright pink and fluffy, but Danny wasn’t the type to actually care. He was, however, exactly the type to lean heavily against the counter in a dramatic sulk until Stephie had a chance to pay attention to him or got back from break or was somewhere where he could whine at her.
Danny was a little too invested in looking pathetic to notice either the stares he was getting or when his girlfriend actually showed up. It was kind of an issue.
Stephanie had been carrying a tray loaded down with food from the kitchen when she caught sight of that fluffy pink bathrobe and the person inside it. Miraculously the tray didn’t slip from her hands as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, but it did wobble a great deal until she forced herself to look where she was going instead. She thought for a moment that she was losing her mind or hallucinating, she actually hoped for either of those as it would be easier to explain away than her boyfriend showing up barely dressed in the middle of her shift.
Ever the professional she dropped the food off at the right tables with a smile then all but ran to him before one of her coworkers could get their first. She was never going to live this down, then again, after Ruby screen-capped their conversation about him being her boyfriend and squeeing about it she was already the butt of more than a few jokes. Why not just pile it all on.
She leaned in close across the counter, “Hey, uh, hi sweetheart. Please tell me you’re wearing pants.”
Danny looked woefully up at her. “Farts McGee hid my clothes,” he said, pouting with every fibre of his being. “Except my briefs. I got to keep those.” The rest of his clothing? Yeah it was gone. Probably never to be seen again. Fortunately, he managed to be able to keep the stuff that was in his pockets.
Sulking harder, he decided to play with a straw instead of thinking about his currently mostly undressed state. At least the fucker hadn’t gone for his beanie either. That would’ve been war. “Sorry,” he said even softer, because this was the kind of pain and embarrassment you totally apologised for. To be fair though, nobody needed to know they were dating. Not that it wouldn’t stop them from finding out eventually, but that wasn’t the point.
“It’s kinda cold outside. I didn’t want to wait for the bus.” Also who the hell knew what waiting for and taking the bus might’ve made some assholes thought his robe invited.
“Awww, Danny, that’s terrible!” she cupped his cheeks in her hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Professional indeed. She didn’t care though, Danny was unhappy, that took precedence for the time being. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it, Granny will understand.” or so Steph hoped. The old lady was a sweetheart most of the time, maybe she could see the possible humor in Danny sitting in her dining room in a bathrobe. The other customers giggling and snickering around them seemed to.
Thankfully it didn’t enter her mind that he had been working, that the guy he was talking about had probably fucked him at some point in the last hour or so. Not that she would have been less concerned for Danny, no, she would have been angry. And no one wanted Steph angry. “The kitchen guys keep changes of clothes in the back, let me go back and see if I can’t find you something to wear that might be warmer. In the mean time sit tight, okay? Do you want something to warm you up? Maybe some coffee or hot chocolate? You hungry at all?”
First she would tend to Danny and finish her shift, then she would track down this guy he was talking about. Nobody got to screw with Danny, not anymore.
“Hot chocolate would be awesome,” he said perking up once it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t mad at him for this particular turn of events. Hey, it coulda been way worse. She coulda just kicked him out. He waited as patiently as he could, mood improved enough that he was totally okay with spinning just a little bit in his chair and ignoring the quiet laughter.
He didn’t like it much, but he had enough impulse control to maybe not start a fight at his girlfriend’s work. Barely, but barely had to be enough. “I want the pie sandwich,” he said suddenly, absolutely deadly serious. Deep fried pie was the only way to solve this. Deep fried pie and deliciousness. He could conquer that. Yes.
Letting him go she nodded, giving him a sympathetic look as she turned to go back to the kitchen. Of course that sweet look seemed to vanish as just before the door she came across a waiter that was not so subtly staring at Danny and looking like he was about to laugh. She punched him. It wasn’t that hard really, and it was only in the shoulder, if asked she would have called it a ‘love tap’ and certainly not something that should make a grown man whimper and hold his arm. It made her mutter low before she went through the door, “Rude to stare, asshole.”
Things went a little smoother in the kitchen where she put in his order herself before going to the employee lockers and the box of lost and found. It took her a little while to get through it all, smirking a little at the thought that the guy she ‘love tapped’ would have to bring Danny his hot chocolate and be nice about it. Eventually though she did come across a pair of discarded black chef pants, they would be big on Danny but it would be better than nothing and probably warmer than just his bare legs under that robe.
He was in luck as well, the leftover pies this week that went into the deep fried pie was two slices of banana cream and one peanut butter. She hoped that and the pants she had draped over her shoulder would help him feel a little better. “Hey,” she set the pie, topped with a little chocolate syrup drizzle and a little pile of whipped cream, down in front of him and the pants at the empty space next to him. “Feeling any warmer?”
Danny caught that punch and couldn’t help but laugh, grinning almost deviously at the guy on the receiving end of it. It was kind of glorious how she was totally willing to stand up for him like that. He wasn’t used to it. It was kinda the best. The absolute best. She was the best.
“Yeah, being inside totally helps,” he said, getting up to put the way too big pants on. Way too big. He was practically swimming in them, but hey totally better than nothing. He rolled the waistband so that they wouldn’t fall down and plopped his butt right back in the seat again. “This looks awesome.” He picked up his hot chocolate and took a sip. Swig really, because it’d finally cooled enough to not burn every part of his mouth and throat. It left a chocolatey, whipped cream moustache on his upper lip as he set it back down again.
“Hey.” she said and when he looked up at her she ran her thumb across his upper lip, getting the whipped cream and popping it into her mouth. He had her feeling maternal, which wasn’t exactly new for her, she was that way with most but with him it came out more often. It was hard not to feel that way, he had such a sweet face and was so good to her, not to mention that little wibble that beautiful lower lip of his did when he was unhappy. It was only the counter and the fact that she was still working that kept her from wrapping her arms around him.
“I borrowed the car today,” she said as she leaned against the counter. “If you don’t mind waiting around for a while I could take you home. I’m a little worried about you dressed like that on the bus.” not that he couldn’t take care of himself but she saw no sense in possibly inviting trouble.
Danny blushed, smiling shyly with her gesture. It was totally flirting, at least in his book. He picked up his fork and held eye contact with her. “You ready for this battle? Me and the pie are gonna go toe to toe and I don’t know which of us is going to win, but I’ll do my best.” He nodded firmly and then took that first bite. The first shot of war.
That was going to be very very arduous battle. He was probably not going to win this. “Gonna need the ride, yeah,” he said solemnly. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be a pie casualty here.” And yet he was going to totally keep eating this delicious amazing peanut butter banana deep fried miracle.
“You have fun,” she laughed. “Don’t explode, okay? The deep fried pie sandwich always does that to people. I had to climb up a ladder and scrape bits of the last guy off the ceiling, don’t want that to be you, you’re too cute.” She pushed herself to stand fully, short fingernails tapping on the counter. “Gotta get back to work, good luck.”
She sighed as she walked away, hoping the rest of her shift would fly by. She wanted to get Danny home, make absolutely sure he was okay and that he wasn’t missing anything else then have a talk with this guy giving him shit. It didn’t matter to her that he might have started things, or at least made them worse, she just didn’t like seeing her Danny upset. Her Danny. That thought stopped her in her tracks for a moment and she glanced back to him while she was supposed to be delivering drinks to her most recent table.
Calling him her boyfriend had been easy enough, she might have worried that it was too soon for a while but it came easy. This was the first time she actually stopped and gave it some serious thought. Her conclusion was pretty predictable though. He was her Danny and she liked it that way.
Turned out that Giggles wasn’t actually as bad as he let on. Danny paced himself with the pie and bided his time waiting for Steph to get off of work by endearing himself to pretty much everyone in the room. Once he defeated the dreaded mound of deliciousness (and it was delicious and he was probably going to pay for that later somehow,) he ended up taking condiments and menus and totally making a fort and making up stories with a little girl there with her grandparents.
And then when they left, he found other people to talk to (all for the sake of letting Steph keep working, because really it was only polite and if people tipped her better because her boyfriend was charming, well it couldn’t hurt,) somehow ended up charming free music lessons out of some guitarist and getting them both invited to a seriously awesome sounding New Years’ bash.
Returning to his spot at the counter only happened for two reasons 1) Giggles brought him a fresh hot cocoa and 2) Steph had like fifteen minutes left in her shift and that was totally enough time for him to distract her from her work when he had spent the past while being really good and not doing just that. “I like your restaurant,” he said, beaming up at her. “Good people come here.”
She beamed back, not being able to resist that smile of his. “Me too, that’s why I wanted to work here. The boss is really nice too, maybe next time she’s in and you have your own pants on I’ll introduce you.” Thankfully a lot of her tables had cleared off by that point and now most that were coming in sat at the counter so she didn’t have to run all over as she usually did, and ‘Giggles’ was there to help her, even if he played up his ‘injury’ a little.
“I saw you were having some fun there,” she said approvingly as she poured a cup of coffee for the older man a few seats down from Danny. “Thanks,” she almost said ‘for being good’ but that would have seemed too much like a mother complimenting her son in his behavior. While Steph was very maternal she never wanted it to cross that line and be like that with him, it would have made the sex way too weird. “I’m glad you decided to wait.”
Danny shrugged, smiling at her even as his robe was kind falling half off one shoulder. “It was fun.” He spun around on his stool completely now, like that was some kind of super barometer of his mood. Stool spinning was a definite indicator of a happy Danny. “And it gave me time to defeat the pie-beast. Which was awesome. Tell the cook it was awesome. Because it was.” Like actually the best. The only thing that could have made it better somehow was bacon.
He made another revolution on his stool and looked at her, a little bit more subdued but no less happy. “You should stay a little while tonight,” he said. “With me, I mean. Um. If you wanted.” Yeah, way to be awkward Lubbe. At least he’d managed to get over calling her beautiful every five seconds. Every ten minutes seemed a little more reasonable, and most of the time he managed to do it in such a way that avoided that particular b word. He kinda sucked at school, but sometimes he did have a pretty okay vocabulary.
She delivered the older man’s coffee then returned to Danny, smiling at his suggestion. He was super adorable pretty much all the time but something about him when he was awkward was especially cute. “How long is a while? Like long enough to hang out and stuff? Or are you saying like until morning? Because I do kinda have to return the car tonight, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t come back after I dropped it off. And maybe change my clothes so I don’t smell like food.”
Before he turned again she leaned forward and stole a quick kiss, to which ‘Giggles’ and a few of the others at the counter ‘woooed’ at. Sure, PDAs while working were a no-no but it was unlikely anyone would turn her in for it. “Unless you like the food smell and it gives you ideas.” she said with a grin when she pulled back.
Danny couldn’t help but grin. Her kisses really were the best, even when they were brief like that. “No no, I can totally wait until you drop the car off and come back. It’ll uh...gimme a chance to clean my room.” Which, frankly, had somehow become in desperate need of it between now and the last time Stephie was over. He made a habit of leaving his room trashed most of the time just to infuriate his dad. He reached into the pocket of his robe to find his wallet so he could pay for what he’d eaten.
When he looked up at her again, it was with that same sort of quiet awe people got when whatever or whoever they were looking at meant the world to them. It was super, super soon, but Danny didn’t really do anything halfway. “I’ll leave the front door unlocked and you can just come on in when you’re back?”
“Uhuh,” she put a hand over his wallet when he pulled it out. “Nope, not this time. You had free health care in Canada, right? Well here in Stephada or Stephanadia or whatever, we have something similar but with emotional trauma care. Besides, technically the deep fried pie sandwich isn’t on the menu, thus it has no price.”
She met his eyes again, getting the full force of that look he was giving her and she immediately turned beat red. If he wasn’t saying something to make her do that he was looking at her in certain ways that would. She had thought that by now at least she would grow a little more immune but so far she saw no signs of that. “Yeah, sure, that’ll be great.”
“Oh,” Danny said, easing his wallet away. “Okay,” he said and then his smile was back on her in full force. He could deal with that. It would really just mean a bigger tip for her next time, or a different kind later that night which he would be more than enthusiastic about giving.
Just like having her in his bed at all was pretty much the best thing ever. That and not having to get up for school in the morning. That was also super awesome. “So...you’re almost done, right? Because I gotta say, I’m really looking forward to getting out of here.” Not that Granny’s wasn’t cool and all, but there were way more fun and interesting things waiting for them elsewhere.
“Yeah, let me see if Sadie has clocked in yet, if she has we can take off.” she had to stop looking at him when he was smiling like that after making her blush. One of the nicer things about working at Granny’s was that as long as you worked you didn’t have to worry so much about clocking in and out on the dot of your shift times. Stephanie liked to be early to work, she’d come in, have a coffee then clock in a good ten to fifteen minutes before she needed to so the ones on shift before her could head out early. The servers looked out for each other like that, as well as pooling their tips.
Of course if Danny was going to tip her in a more private way later she was definitely not going to share with the others.
Thankfully Sadie was there and ready to relieve her so a minute or two after she disappeared into the kitchen she returned freshly clocked out with her bag and sans apron. She had even left her loose pigtails in, something she usually took down as soon as she clocked out. Clearly she was eager to get him home, and maybe ask him about the jerk who stole his clothes in the privacy of her mother’s car. “Ready, babe?”
“Ready!” Danny said, spinning even as he got off the stool. He followed her out to the car, only slightly disappointed that it wasn’t the bike and he wasn’t gonna get to hold onto her on the way home. There was still snow on the ground. She needed to be safe. Besides, knowing his luck that day, his bathrobe would go flying open and everything in the pockets would get scattered everywhere and yeah it’d be a total mess.
So he hopped in when they got out there, really glad that in the time between when she’d gotten to work and her shift ended, she didn’t need to scrape her windshield. “You really are awesome at making even the shittiest days better, you know that?” he said, looking over at her.
“Oh yeah?” he was being sweet again and thus she had to shut him up with a kiss, though this one was unlikely to as she merely leaned over and kissed his cheek as she started up the little red Fiesta. It wasn’t eggplant so clearly it was her mother’s car, though it tended to match her skin color when she found herself spending time with Danny. She really was going to have to find a better way than kissing him to quiet him, so far it only seemed to reward his behavior.
“So,” Muse came blaring over the radio when she started it up but she quickly turned it down so they could talk. “Can you tell me about what happened in a little more detail. The guy, the farting model guy, what’s his name? He stole your clothes. Why?”
Danny tried to shrink down into his seat a little, hoping she wouldn’t be too mad at him. “Well, at first I was gonna give him a taste of his own medicine and like inhale all the beans and broccoli ever, but then I realized that was gonna punish everyone else too. Which y’know seemed fair since none of them bothered to warn me, but I’m not really that guy.” He cleared his throat as he played with the tie of his robe.
“So...instead someone may have left some dog shit in his fifteen hundred dollar shoes. I’m not saying that person was me, but it was totally me.” He looked sheepishly up at her. “There’s gotta be professional courtesy, man. Even in porn. So um, that happened and I was in the shower so my clothes disappeared and then Portia. You’d like her, she’s awesome, and stuck in this like, internal debate about finishing her transition because she’s worried it’ll fuck her career and she won’t get paid as much or...or something like that. She’s one of those people that really super enjoys doing porn, but I think she can totally finish transitioning and keep her job it’ll just be a while for her to heal after surgery and y’know that’s cool.” He waved his hand. “Anyway, she lent me her robe so that I could at least leave the studio before we got kicked out. She was gonna call me a cab too, but after all that I just really wanted to see you.”
There was a lot of superfluous information there and even as she appeared focused on driving she was trying to cut the story down in her mind, trying not to think too hard about the reasons why he probably needed the shower. She had accepted the porn thing but she still pretty much hated the idea of him doing it, especially now that he was her boyfriend. She liked to think it was because she didn’t like him being used for someone else’s gratification but deep down it was about someone else putting their hands on her Danny, even if it meant nothing. She had to roll her fingers on the steering wheel to keep from clenching it.
She did stop when he said he had wanted to see her, smiling softly. “So how did he know it was you?” she glanced over at him quickly then back at the road. “Did you get caught? Also, you were working right? Where did you find the time to not only collect the shit but also plant it in what’s-his-farting-face’s shoes?”
“The dude in make up who really wants on his dick ratted me out,” Danny said, sulking even harder. It was a dog eat dog world in that studio, and fair was...kinda fair. Sorta. The guy had gotten dog shit between his toes, so that counted for some small victory. “Someone tipped me off that I was shooting with him today so I waited until he was off getting fluffed or whatever and jammed it in his shoes then.”
He frowned a little to himself. “Dunno why the guy waited until after Farts McGee found the shit the hard way to tell him, but whatever. I think even he wanted to see that happen.” He kept playing a little with his temporary robe. “You’re mad at me,” he said softly, “It...looks like you’re trying really hard not to actually start strangling the steering wheel.”
“What? Oh, no, Danny, not you.” she let out a soft sigh, rather happy to have the distraction. “This guy, Farts McGee or whatever, he fucks you and then he fucks you over…” she clicked her tongue once doing her best not to imagine the guy in question tied to the road in front of her and pressing the gas to the floor. “You remember that picture I got with me in the costume with the big staff? I wish I had it, I have the perfect place to stick it, or rather wrap in barbed wire and shove it.”
At the stop light she had a chance to look over at him, “You know, that sounded a lot less violent and psychotic in my head.” she glanced back at the light and blew through her lips making a raspberry noise. “Yeah, okay, maybe I’m nuts, but I already hate this guy and him being an asshole to you is really not helping.”
“Again, Steph, he’s like almost seven feet tall and like seventy five percent abs,” Danny said, gesturing vaguely. “I guess that’s just how he is. How some people are, y’know? They know they’re pretty and because of that they think they get to treat everyone else like shit. I basically just doused myself in super smelly lotion to try to counter it anyway. And I guess this time of year it’s harder and harder to actually get shit done, not just because of the holiday but because everyone’s off catching colds and shit and you’re not allowed to work at all then because well...passing things around is really frowned on.” Even just a sniffle. If you couldn’t confirm it as allergies, you didn’t work.
He looked out the window again, trying not to think about his day at work. “I do think you’d really like Portia though. And it wouldn’t be like...weird or anything because we don’t shoot the same stuff.” Danny frowned. “Though she did try to convince me to grow my hair out so she could braid it. I don’t think I’d look good with long hair. My face is too...round or something probably.”
“Eugh, sounds like every asshole I went to school with in Jersey.” The ones in Jersey were a bit more hetrosexual in their tastes but that was likely the only difference. They got handsy then acted like she ought to be flattered to be felt up by somebody so great. Those were the guys that got punched, usually in public so everyone would know better than to fuck with Stephanie Brown.
She took a deep breath and went as the light turned green, trying to get her mind off hitting this guy. At least Danny seemed to know how to steer her away from any violent impulses, she had to be thankful for that. He really was sweet and wonderful and she had to thank him for it later, she promised herself. “Maybe, you look really great the way you are though. You are great the way you are, Danny, you know that right? You’re amazing.”
Danny licked lips and tried to hide in his bathrobe from her compliments, or at least maybe hide his blush. “Thank you,” he said quietly. They weren’t that far from his place, and he was pretty sure he wanted another shower if only to calm down after he anxiously cleaned his room. “Do you…” He shook his head. “I’m glad you think that. I don’t think you’d be here with me if you didn’t believe that. I mean...our combined baggage could probably fuel a week of Maury.”
“Just a week? That’s a little optimistic.” She smiled though it wasn’t whole-hearted. She could take a little comfort in the fact that he knew that she had her own issues, that he didn’t put her on some pedestal. He was right, they did have baggage and she didn’t want to add to it, no matter how good it would feel to kick the shit out of the asshole that was bothering Danny. He’d probably have her done for assault and then she would have to explain to her mother how Danny knew the guy and how he had taken his clothes. She really wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Hey, uh,” she looked back at the road as she continued. “I’m sorry. I’m just getting used to this, okay? It might take me a while to accept what you do, but it doesn’t have anything to do with how much I care about you, you know? And maybe you could avoid putting dog shit in anyone else’s shoes for a while? Just for the week at least?”
Danny thought about that request, face screwing up as he worked really hard to make that a promise but he didn’t want to break it. He might break it. That…fuck. He made a quiet, low pitched whine and then looked up at her and said “I’ll try?” He got the whole not having anything to do with him or liking him or caring about him (or actually it had quite a lot to do with liking him and caring about him, but he didn’t really want to get into that conversation.)
“Really try. I just...I can’t just not get people back when they’re being dicks,” he pointed out, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Speaking of, you wanna get Ruby back for this?” Everyone had their talents. Danny had the nimblest of fingers.
“Yeah, I get that, but there are other ways.” Stephanie shaped ways, Stephanie holding a brick and looking to use it shaped ways, but she wasn’t going to suggest that. She had tried to leave the more violent side of her anger back in Jersey, she swore she tried. But, well, Danny was amazing and anyone who could willingly fuck around with him deserved their faces kicked in, at least in her book.
She frowned for a moment then realized what he was holding as they turned down his street. “How did you… That was in the back, on the employee fridge.” he had managed to sneak back there and grab it in that attention-getting robe. She had to admit that she was more than a little impressed. “No. No, she’s just being playful. Besides if I did anything to her for it it would imply that I’m ashamed that you’re my boyfriend when that couldn’t be further than the truth. I mean, you don’t squee over something you’re ashamed of, at least I don’t.”
“Well no, but you don’t post private conversations where people can see them and not end up kind of a dick.” He was not at all going to tell her how he managed to get the piece of paper. Clearly while she was a superhero, he could totally be leading a potential life of crime. The porn might just be a blessing. The car pulled up in front of Danny’s house, the light still on in the living room like his dad was actually waiting up for him.
Danny rolled his eyes and and leaned over to steal a kiss. “I’ll see you soon? In clothes that are 100 percent mine?” That last bit shouldn’t have been a question, but it kinda came out as one anyway.
She smiled for him, this time it was genuine and whole-hearted. His kisses did that to her. “As soon as possible.” she knew he wasn’t asking her that but she wouldn’t have thought it was such a bad question. “Hm, I’ll put on whatever you want me to if you promise to undress me first.” she smirked, stealing a kiss of her own. Flirting was easy with Danny, at it felt a lot better than worrying about the guys he worked with.
“Do you want me to bring anything with me, or pick up something on my way back? And don’t say a new dad, I think it’s pretty clear that if I knew where to get one of those I would have one.” She didn’t quite understand what was so wrong with Mr. Lubbe, in fact he had seemed rather nice to her even if he had been shocked to see her the first time they met, but she wouldn’t push it. Arthur Brown could be charming too, that was what most never saw past if that was what he wanted them to see.
“If I undress you first, you won’t be putting anything on but sheets and blankets until morning,” Danny teased lightly. He sighed heavily and looked over his shoulder at the house. He didn’t… “I’ll tell you about it when you get back, okay?” Or at least he’d try to. His life didn’t make a lot of sense even to him and he’d lived it. Another stolen kiss and he got out of the car to go clean and make things presentable for Steph. Sort of. Mostly.
Steph’s quest for revenge would have to wait. She didn’t get the guy’s name and still refused to go searching for Danny’s stage name in the off chance that she might accidently see some of his work. Seeing someone touching Danny would have likely sent her over the edge and she didn’t want to deal with that right now. She just wanted Danny happy really, happy and just hers, even if that last part was unlikely to happen anytime soon.
She returned to his place about an hour later, she had washed with that soap she knew he liked the smell of and had changed into something a little different from her usual attire. A skirt. She had completely forgotten she had it in the back of her closet, the little black skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees, shorter than her UPS uniform but thankfully not so short as to cause her to have any trouble on her bike. And then there was the eggplant top that hugged her in just the right way, almost signalling that she had spent more than a little while trying to decide what to wear and then worrying that it looked like she had spent too much time trying to decide what to wear. She wasn’t particularly sure why she had dressed herself up other than maybe Danny would like it, another one of those impulse decisions. Of course she paid for the choice by the cold wind on her legs as she drove, feeling like she had frozen over from the waist down when she finally arrived, but that was alright, hopefully Danny would be up for warming her up even if he had worked that day.
The door was unlocked as he said it would be, though that wouldn’t have stopped Steph. But Danny didn’t need to know about her lock-picking skills yet, his own were likely considerable anyway.
Danny was sitting on his bed practically fuming. His room was absolutely spotless and he held a crumpled piece of paper clutched tight in his fist. He did manage a very angry shower and had jammed the robe and borrowed pants into a close hamper, but hadn’t gotten much else on besides his plaid flannel pyjama bottoms with the moose on them.
It was taking every ounce of his self control not to either set something on fire or pee in something or go find more dog shit. He could do it easily. People were fuckin’ awful at picking up after their dogs, especially in snow when they weren’t used to it and just wanted to be out of the cold. “I hate him,” he said darkly.
Well that wasn’t a good sign. She shut the bedroom door behind her and came to sit down beside him, the fingers of one hand coming up to his temple, running through his hair and then down to rest on his shoulder as she did. Even in seeing him upset she remembered that she was wearing a skirt and thus crossed her ankles as she remembered her mother telling her back when she was a very little girl.
“Okay,” she said softly, turning her head to rest her cheek against his shoulder. Stephanie knew all about hating fathers, her whole adult life was built around not becoming him and being better than him and showing that he didn’t get to ruin her life any more. But she had been there from the beginning, she knew and could explain why she hated her father, she couldn’t do that with his father. Not yet at least. “What happened?”
“This…This shit.” He flailed his empty hand at his room and then handed the note off to her.
Thought if you were going to have a lovely young lady over that your room should be presentable. - Dad.