"Babe, did you get the macaroni for the project?" Danny asked absently, threading a finger through his half-Windsor, loosening it a bit.
He looked up when Steve didn't answer him; Steve's face was a cross between pained and "don't make me fill out the form, please don't make me fill out the form."
"What," Danny said, his eyes narrowing, "did you forget?"
"No," Steve said. "They just--all the moms must have done a run to Whole Foods at the same time, because there was seriously no macaroni in the aisle. Not even that rice shit you hate."
Danny raised an eyebrow. "The likelihood of that aside, what about the Safeway?"
Somehow Steve managed to look even more put upon, with a little dash of, "c'mon, Danny, that foot chase wasn't so bad."
"Only had spaghetti," Steve said, one hand out to forestall Danny's protests. "Look, I'm just saying, I think we're going to have to go to Costco tonight if you want to get stuff for Grace's project, and I know you hate it but that's just how it is."
"I fucking hate Costco," Danny ground out, turning back down to the pictures of the assholes they were trying to run down in defiance of box stores and all their ilk.
"I know you do," Steve said placatingly, "but we'll get a case of that beer you like, and maybe one of those cooked chickens, some macaroni, it'll be fine."
"Fine," Danny echoed, swiping at a picture to send it up to the television. Chin was standing next to it, a file in his hand, with an incredulous look on his face.
"What," Danny said irritably, "do you want us to pick up a human-sized bag of cheese curls for you or something?"
"I didn't realize you two had actually gone through with the civil union," Chin said, the edge of a grin on his face. "But, you know, congratulations."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, stop standing in front of the asshole. I need to memorize his face," Danny said, waving at Chin until he got out of the way. Steve stepped up next to him, and they started planning out how they were going to get this motherfucker to rat out his stupid asshole friends. Just another day.
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finished up here (http://templemarker.livejournal.com/26450.html)!
scenes from nuptials in progress, act I.
He looked up when Steve didn't answer him; Steve's face was a cross between pained and "don't make me fill out the form, please don't make me fill out the form."
"What," Danny said, his eyes narrowing, "did you forget?"
"No," Steve said. "They just--all the moms must have done a run to Whole Foods at the same time, because there was seriously no macaroni in the aisle. Not even that rice shit you hate."
Danny raised an eyebrow. "The likelihood of that aside, what about the Safeway?"
Somehow Steve managed to look even more put upon, with a little dash of, "c'mon, Danny, that foot chase wasn't so bad."
"Only had spaghetti," Steve said, one hand out to forestall Danny's protests. "Look, I'm just saying, I think we're going to have to go to Costco tonight if you want to get stuff for Grace's project, and I know you hate it but that's just how it is."
"I fucking hate Costco," Danny ground out, turning back down to the pictures of the assholes they were trying to run down in defiance of box stores and all their ilk.
"I know you do," Steve said placatingly, "but we'll get a case of that beer you like, and maybe one of those cooked chickens, some macaroni, it'll be fine."
"Fine," Danny echoed, swiping at a picture to send it up to the television. Chin was standing next to it, a file in his hand, with an incredulous look on his face.
"What," Danny said irritably, "do you want us to pick up a human-sized bag of cheese curls for you or something?"
"I didn't realize you two had actually gone through with the civil union," Chin said, the edge of a grin on his face. "But, you know, congratulations."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, stop standing in front of the asshole. I need to memorize his face," Danny said, waving at Chin until he got out of the way. Steve stepped up next to him, and they started planning out how they were going to get this motherfucker to rat out his stupid asshole friends. Just another day.
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finished up here (http://templemarker.livejournal.com/26450.html)!