Danny squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to envision his actual girlfriend. Weird thing was, for just a second, the image that his mind called up wasn't Sookie's at all. It was Jessica. Which was weird, even if it had felt normal for the brief second it was there before being replaced by Sookie. "A rose. Yeah. That would be another one." There were also weirder dreams, involving some grizzled guy with a cliche design on his chest shooting at him.
He opened his eyes and took his first gulp of his beer. It was a long one, mostly because he wanted to put off asking what he was about to ask for as long as possible. Eventually he had to come up for air, though. He glanced at the bottle, debating taking another pull, but then focused on her. "So. Am I the only one that feels like we know each other a lot better than we seem to?" It was a struggle, but he kept his eyes on hers. He figured it was probably because her lips weren't actually moving right now. Less distracting that way.