#* danny

"Don't..-- don't you ever fucking do that again, Danny." She said as she flung her arms around him in a hug. As if he'd had any say in whether or not he would end out the night of Harrison's birthday party being stabbed by the shadow or not. Still, it felt necessary to say. She couldn't - not after finding Easton, suffer through losing Danny too. "Are you okay? How are you?"

"What do you mean? I absolutely could out keg-stand you." It felt like a no brainer to her, truly. Although she'd never been an over the top drinker; for someone so small, she could usually hold her own. "You bet I can't? I bet you can't even balance up there long enough, to get the nozzle in your mouth with me helping you."

The sound of the door just down the hall slamming back on it’s hinged drew him quickly to his feet, Danny’s immediate thought to rush to close it before it ripped clean off or allowed anything unsavory from outside into the lighthouse. Against the wind and rain, he heaved against the wood, almost managing to latch it when a figure somewhere out in the rain caught his eye. “Hey!” He didn’t know if anything could be heard over the storm, but whoever it was certainly wasn’t making an effort to come towards the lighthouse, “Hey! You’re almost there! Can you hear me?” Calling out against the wind felt like trying to swallow too much water and having it catch somewhere roughly in his chest. Shifting his hand to jam his palm into the space between his ribs, he lost grip of the door and watched it slam back again. 

Danny Bowen - Style

“I’m just,” He shrugged, somehow moving his form a little closer to the wide open expanse of the doorway that led out into the courtyard, “Nobody can really argue against having lasers that shoot out of your eyeballs, can they? Who’s going to argue with that? Not me.. Not you, I don’t care what you say, you wouldn’t.” It was matter of fact - rhetorical, because in Danny’s mind, that was the end all be all. Lasers for eyes? “Original vampires? Sayonara! Shitty exe’s...” And finally, he came to his intended point, “Not a chance.”

“I’m just sayin’ this is a big fucking house.” The obvious, stated in a breath of bewilderment once again as he stands, dead center of the foyer and slowly turns - looking almost entirely at the ceiling. The place he share (if one could call it that) with Reed and his niece was nothing he’d ever complain about, something in the mismatched furniture and worn fabric felt like home, but shit. “I think my place could fit in this room three times over. Who needs all this space? They’re definitely hiding a lot of shit here.”

Locked. It’s definitely locked. Maybe he’s turning the doorhandle the wrong way? Is it a push or pull? The doorframe tells him all he needs to know - it’s definitely a push door and she’s still headed up the stairs directly for him. Either end of the hallway is crowded with party goers spilling from one room to the next and there’s no way he can simply push his way through without drawing about as much attention as tugging on a locked door repetitively draws. “Okay, alright. Fuck it. Just - fuck it.” Turning and stepping back into the middle of the hall, Danny’s eyes widen as she comes into greater view. “Cade? Is that you?” Obviously. His hand lifts to curl at the back of his neck, hues drifting beyond her to the end of the hall and back again, “Damn, I didn’t realize that was you. New dress?”