Danny contemplated, for a very short moment, just passing by and continuing on his way but he heard the echo of his mother's voice in his head and like any good New Jersey boy he cursed and did what she told him to do, which was stand at a safe distance and say "Hey, is this a private party or can anybody crash?"
Ok, maybe that wasn't verbatim, but the spirit of the thing was there. All five of the hooligans (the only word that really fit the tattoos and the hair and the general air of surliness) turned to face him, and in the process a space opened between him and the other innocent party, and he saw that it was the same boy with the halo and the mutant-board, which he only knew for sure when he glanced down and saw those same stupid boots. Danny figured only one person at any given time within a ten mile radius would be caught dead wearing those boots.
The other kid didn't have the halo anymore, obviously, but Danny was equally dazzled by the stubborn look on his face, or more accurately the stupidly perfect jawline that it accentuated as he stuck out his chin.
"Who the fuck are you? Get lost."
Danny waited for a moment, then spread his hands and cocked an eyebrow.
"That it? I dunno what I was expecting but that's pretty caveman even for a bunch of schmucks like you. Would you like to go fetch a thesaurus? Maybe a dictionary? I don't mind hanging out here, the sun's growing on me, although I wouldn't go spreading that around, I have a reputation to uphold."
Danny was babbling, his heart beat suddenly ratcheting up as he absorbed the truly horrifying number of veiny forearms crossed over weirdly-broad-for-high-schooler's chests, and then he saw that one of them had an honest to god five o'clock shadow and he began to suspect they weren't students after all.
He slid a hand surreptitiously into his bag, hanging off one shoulder, and rooted around as inconspicuously as he could for a weapon, any weapon, or at least his cell phone so he could either call the police or take pictures of his murderers before his untimely demise depending on how much shit he had gotten himself into. He didn't back away, though, since not only did he suspect that retreat would be chumming the waters for this lot, but he also was more determined than ever not to abandon the other boy, whose name Danny might tragically never know if either of them ended up dead from all of this.
"Hey, you, what's your name? I only ask so that I can tell the authorities who to call to corroborate my charges of criminal menacing and... trespassing on state property. And... and assault, unless you decide to leave quietly now?" His voice betrayed him by squeaking upwards and making his last statement into a question against his will. The lead hood smirked and took another step in his direction, the others ranging out behind him like some twisted wolf pack, except wolves didn't live in Hawaii, and he was weirdly regretful that he didn't know more about the island so he could come up with a better simile.
Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 4/?
Ok, maybe that wasn't verbatim, but the spirit of the thing was there. All five of the hooligans (the only word that really fit the tattoos and the hair and the general air of surliness) turned to face him, and in the process a space opened between him and the other innocent party, and he saw that it was the same boy with the halo and the mutant-board, which he only knew for sure when he glanced down and saw those same stupid boots. Danny figured only one person at any given time within a ten mile radius would be caught dead wearing those boots.
The other kid didn't have the halo anymore, obviously, but Danny was equally dazzled by the stubborn look on his face, or more accurately the stupidly perfect jawline that it accentuated as he stuck out his chin.
"Who the fuck are you? Get lost."
Danny waited for a moment, then spread his hands and cocked an eyebrow.
"That it? I dunno what I was expecting but that's pretty caveman even for a bunch of schmucks like you. Would you like to go fetch a thesaurus? Maybe a dictionary? I don't mind hanging out here, the sun's growing on me, although I wouldn't go spreading that around, I have a reputation to uphold."
Danny was babbling, his heart beat suddenly ratcheting up as he absorbed the truly horrifying number of veiny forearms crossed over weirdly-broad-for-high-schooler's chests, and then he saw that one of them had an honest to god five o'clock shadow and he began to suspect they weren't students after all.
He slid a hand surreptitiously into his bag, hanging off one shoulder, and rooted around as inconspicuously as he could for a weapon, any weapon, or at least his cell phone so he could either call the police or take pictures of his murderers before his untimely demise depending on how much shit he had gotten himself into. He didn't back away, though, since not only did he suspect that retreat would be chumming the waters for this lot, but he also was more determined than ever not to abandon the other boy, whose name Danny might tragically never know if either of them ended up dead from all of this.
"Hey, you, what's your name? I only ask so that I can tell the authorities who to call to corroborate my charges of criminal menacing and... trespassing on state property. And... and assault, unless you decide to leave quietly now?" His voice betrayed him by squeaking upwards and making his last statement into a question against his will. The lead hood smirked and took another step in his direction, the others ranging out behind him like some twisted wolf pack, except wolves didn't live in Hawaii, and he was weirdly regretful that he didn't know more about the island so he could come up with a better simile.