#dannychat

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@gloriouswhispers danny x margo - makeshift little skate area or something idk

Danny approaches at just the right moment. The moment any older brother savors and considers gold dust. His feet come to a stop just as Margo eats dirt, her skateboard whizzing out from under her feet from the failed trick. Instantly, Danny imitates the sound of an error buzzer, loud and smug as he laughs. "Damn, if only you coulda like...changed the air or somethin' to help you out." he grins as soon as he catches the stern look shot to him by Margo. His hands raise, an innocence sweeping over his expression.

"I didn't do nothing, I was over there." Danny points, and he's telling the truth but he can't say with complete honesty that he hasn't purposely been the reason for Mars's failed tricks in the past. "What you trying to do? A tre?" now his tone is more curious and genuine as he steps closer, ready to push her board back with a kick until he feels a certain imbalance under his shoe. He pops the deck into his hold, lifting it with a flip to take a look underneath. "Need smaller wheels, Mars. Be like ten times easier." he says before tossing the entire board in her direction with a lazy throw. "I mean, be ten times easier than that...so like thirty times easier if you just fucked with the air."

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@gloriouswhispers danny x connor - jones auto shop

They go way back. Same school, same dumbass crowd. Same arrests, same crooked path into the Saints. Born and bred Vegas trash. That's why Danny used to think the world of Connor Jones. Used to. Until Connor started fucking around with Daisy like she's just another party favor. It's not his business that they're on and off again, but it's definitely his business when he's seen Daisy's red eyes, tight jaw, trying to act like she hadn't just been crying.

The only reason Connor's face hasn't met Danny's fist is because of that Saint shit. Codes, no in fighting. Brotherhood. Whatever the fuck. Doesn't mean he's forgiven. So pulling up to the auto shop is not ideal, but business is business. And Danny isn't quite in the mood for the hassle just because his temper's got ideas. He cuts the engine of his bike, fingers still wrapped white knuckled around the bars for a second too long. And then he swings off like it's nothing, and meanders into the shop with that lazy-ass Danny stride.

"Yo." it's barely a word and more like a sound that fell out of his mouth by accident. He doesn't even look at Connor, either. Just lets his eyes scan through the shop, the bike frames. The modifications that'd cost a pretty penny or two if they were legit. "I need a somethin' fast, man." he says, scratching the back of his neck and still mumbling. "Needs to hold a couple keys without looking like it can hold a couple keys, you know?" now he glances at Connor, but there's nothing friendly in the look. "And one you ain't fucked on, thanks."

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Danny, thanks to being on a constant cloud, only lets out a snicker as soon as Elliot starts stressing. Or continues to stress, a sheepish grin etching it's way onto the Anderson's face. "She was interested. Moms love me. It's a thing." he shrugs a little movement of a shoulder before he bursts out in laughter as Elliot shoves him. Of course the shove is returned to his friend's arm, and Danny can barely take the moment seriously as Elliot rattles off the endless list. "Damn." is the only bit of sympathy in his tone as he snickers again. "Bet you kinda wish you didn't bust a nut inside, huh?" he claims, just as two more mothers round the aisle corner with strollers and then double back around to try another upon hearing the conversation. But he can see the stress on Elliot's face, when isn't it there? and Danny lets out a sigh, waving a lazy hand. "Okay, chill, man! I'm fuckin' payin' attention but you gotta translate that shit. I don't get it." he hands back the list, although not quite entirely, somewhat throwing it so it floats towards Elliot. And as the breast feeding area is mentioned, Danny shoots his friend a judgmental look. "That's fuckin' creepy, man. What the hell's wrong with you? Disrespectful as fuck."

"Yeah it can if it means we ain't gonna be able to do all this shit." Elliot's already stressed as it is, and the thought of going home empty handed because Danny got them kicked out of the store for harassing mothers doesn't help. "Besides, she wasn't even interested. Looked like you were puttin' her to sleep," he says offhandedly, pushing the cart along as he tries to navigate the maze-like store. "Shut the fuck up, man," Elliot snaps, shoving Danny, "she ain't putting her pussy no where." He huffs before running a hand over his face. "Yeah, she did. Gave me that look when I said I could do it." He imitates Isla's wide-eyed gaze that makes him feel like he's just kicked a puppy. Which he guesses is the point. "So I let her do it and now we gotta get diepars, a rockqueen silla" said phonetically, "pillow. And another crib thing 'cause apparently when you buy a crib, it don't come ready, you gotta get cushions and mattress shit. And a bunch of other stuff." Elliot exhales. "And I ain't gonna be haulin' all this shit back durin' rush hour. So let's go. If you help, we'll even walk by the breast feedin' area." He offers his friend as compensation for his assistance.

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Courage

Spencer had gone to the infirmary to pesker Nurse Carol with a lot of questions.  Carol always smiled and did her best to answer them all.  Spencer normally asked about his sisters medication, so he hoped that it was not out of the ordinary to ask a lot of questions about that.  Plus he added a whole bunch of questions about his own medicine, just to throw her off.  

Spencer was just about to leave, when he remembered something else.  Spencer peaked through the cubicles until he saw a sandy haired boy lying in the bed.  He made a knocking noise outside Danny's space.  "Danny?" he asked quietly.  

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Danny lets out a scoff and his hand waves dismissively to his brother. "Okay fine, whatever. Just don't get mad when we all gotta start callin' you stumpy." he states, a slight shake of his head moving in disbelief at Tate's stubbornness. Although it doesn't come as a surprise, but Danny refuses to acknowledge how it's a shared trait. He remains helping himself to the pack of Cheetos, hand dipping into bag and obnoxiously loud crunches following every handful thrown into his mouth. "This ain't stealin'. It's taste testin'." he insists, turning the bag around to eye the date. "Good shit. Never misses." Danny mumbles appreciatively, thinking how all he needs now is a joint and the day would be perfect.

His attention moves back to Tate and the quip, scrunching his features up mockingly. "Want me to whip it out, freak?" he returns without any hesitation, but the whole moment is interrupted by Tate's dramatic outburst and prompting Danny into one of his own. "I didn't even fuckin' touch it! My hand was here, asshole! If that hurts that shit, then you're infected, man. Be the first zombie-wolf with one leg, get the fuck to the nurses." he snaps hurriedly, and Tate's wince from the bell makes Danny instinctively copy as his head ducks like the thing is falling. "Fuck you, now you're makin' me paranoid." he bites, shoving his brother along the street but grabbing a fistful of Tate's shirt to try and direct them away from the hotel. "I ain't gonna be the only fucker that's got one brother gone and the other with one leg. You know how stupid that'd make me look?"

Tate refuses to listen to a thing about his leg, his features always scrunching, wrinkles rolling over the bridge of his nose in utter distaste at being told what to do. "The more you talk about it, the more I ain't goin'." he utters in complete sincerity, also refusing to hear how childishly stubborn he is.

"Just...don't fuckin'...not yet." he hisses to Danny, hoping the two of them at least give time to settle before they start stealing from the literal hand that feeds. Even if everything is a little...off. He's used to out of body experiences now. Life is one big hazy bubble, Tate existing on the outside. Watching everything happening around him, never quite there. Never quite present. The odd sensation that sweeps through his veins could be anything. From the unsettling look the witch gives him and his brother, to a nagging voice that whispers relentlessly to him in the back of his thoughts. It could be because he's tired, it could be because he's sober. It could be because he never really wants to be wherever he is, at any given time. Danny's words bring the smallest of laughs from him, another distasteful expression over Tate's features. "Probably fell off years ago and y'been too scared to tell anyone. Ken Doll shit." he snickers to himself, shuffling into his hobbling steps to get moving again.

He also tries to move along to avoid his brother's adamence about his fucking leg, Tate making a protesting noise as he swipes away Danny's hands. "Hey, hey, hey. Consent, motherfucker. Don't fuckin' touch me." now he's trying to hobble faster to the door, done with the store and the weird feeling creeping down his spine. "I don't need no...I don't need to go anywhere, I'm fine, man. Chill out." Tate gripes, the doorbell dinging above his head louder than it seemed before and making him duck as if the bell is dropping to his head. "Jesus. Fuck...fuck this shit. I'm headin' back to the hotel."

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@secrettyrant danny x tate - trailer

Danny inspects the small bag of weed, squinting at it like he's searching for answers in the scruffy green contents. "Man, this shit looks guuuurd, it's gonna be h-" the trailer is pulsing with music, rattling faintly against the walls but the track fades out of a metal riff and shifts abruptly into a strange pop beat, something bright and peppy that jolts his focus from the bag to Tate. "You put this on here?" Danny's voice drips with judgment, his eyebrows arched, lips pulling into a smirk. There's a spark of amusement that grows until it bursts into full laughter.

"Tate, man. You gotta…" Danny can barely even speak as his laughter rises. "Dude, you gotta get your ears checked or something. This the shit you wanna smoke to? You crazy?" he flicks the bag of weed to his brother's forehead and it lands with a satisfying slap sound, making Danny snicker harder. "You wanna smoke German weed to-" now he's trying to find his phone, still laughing so he can eye the track playing. "Pretty!?" he gawps at the song name, a howl of laughter escaping, enough where he needs to wipe the corner of his eye as he settles. "Holy fuck."

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@waterfallswords danny x tyler - circus grounds

Danny meanders from his trailer, feet dragging as he makes his way deeper into the circus grounds. There's a strange feeling in the air today, one he's felt before, creeping in like a fog. It's the same feeling that's settled over him on the nights he's tried to leave, the ones that ended with him back here as if nothing had happened. He doesn't dwell on it. How or why he keeps ending up in this place. Thinking about it makes his stomach churn, something too close to irony biting at him. Join the circus to escape, never escape. And today, he's just the right amount of high to let out a quiet chuckle at the thought, the corners of his mouth lifting in bitter amusement as he walks.

But his thoughts are shattered when he hears a familiar voice split the air. A coarse yell, explosive, cutting through the sounds of the grounds. Danny doesn't even have to think twice. It's Tyler. That rough, sudden shout, unmistakable, ringing out with an urgency that prickles down Danny's spine. The Andersons all have that temper, every one of them, ready to snap like live wires when pushed. But Danny's always liked to think of himself as the one who keeps the peace, the one who steps in to protect his brothers and sister, no questions asked. Instinct kicks in, and his feet quicken, his heart picking up a beat. He half expects to see Bobby towering over Tyler, just like when they were kids, but it's not Bobby.

The scene isn't much better. Tyler's squared off, locked in a shouting match with three security guys, all of them trying to back the younger Anderson into a corner. One is the same guard Danny has had issues with, Tate has had issues with. Margo. He has a vendetta against the Anderson's, or maybe they have one against him. Danny doesn't even hesitate. He doesn't care what's going on, doesn't care if Tyler's claiming the sky is green. Right now, the sky is green. He moves closer in a second, grabbing the guard's arm with a firm grip, yanking him back, voice loud and rough as he joins the chaos. "What the fuck's your problem, man? Back the fuck up! All of you, back the fuck up."

He demands distance with a loose wave of his hands, dismissive almost to keep the security back, his gaze narrowing. And that one guard's yelling something about Tyler being a thief, an accusation that hits Danny's nerves. His temper flares, his hands moving before he even thinks, pushing the guard back with a forceful shove. "Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to?" he bites, but a slight smirk forms at the way the guard stumbles back. "Why's it always you, man? Got nothing better to do?" Another shove.

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As soon as Danny hears the struggle with the front door, he can smell the hint of greasy pizza floating through the air. His brother's announcement doesn't even need to follow, he abandons his sprawled position across the bed and springs into action. His bedroom sits directly opposite Tate's and with only a narrow corridor between them, the two Andersons swing open their doors at the same time with equal eagerness to get the first slice of pizza. So, Danny gets to work with a quick bamboozle. A right hook near Tate's face, then a left uppercut and then his right hand again landing over Tate's face, shoving the youngest Anderson backwards while he closes the door on him. Allowing Danny first place to the dinner table. "Bitch." he declares as he skids along the corridor to meet Ruben.

"Ain't me. Washed back sack and crack so you're welcome." he coughs, retorting to Ruben in a grumble as he grabs the pizza box and then clears space on the table by using his arms to shove all of the mess to the floor. "When we got a job next?" Danny asks with a sniff, sitting down and treating the entire pizza as his own as he angles the box straight in front of himself, elbows out in defense so neither brother can sneak attack. "It's been weeks, man. Do we gotta talk to er..." his mind goes blank, and Danny blinks at Ruben as he shovels in a slice with direct eye contact. "What's her face? Real serious one? Sniffin' farts kinda face?" @secrettyrant

apartment

ruben, danny and tate anderson @rviner

It was bad as anyone would think it could be. Their apartment. The lock on the front door still wasn't fixed, and if Ruben used too much of his strength the thing was ready to fly off it's hinges. Problem was, it needed a shove to open which meant he always had to find the perfect sweet spot of a push and pull to get the key even turning. As if the fight to get into the apartment wasn't bad enough, the scene waiting for whoever entered would definitely be. Danny's artistic nature, but Ruben called it autistic, meant there was obscene graffiti along the hallway. Tits, ass, a whole bunch of holes which made him wonder if his brother had even seen a pussy before. There was always the smell of burned noodles but Ruben gave up asking how Tate managed to burn shit that went in the microwave a long time ago. There was always music, and it was always a mixture of Danny's demonic taste and Tate's pop princess era.

But it was home, and had been for a long time considering the landlord gave up trying to evict them three late payments ago. Funny how a few broken bones could say more than an email. Once Ruben managed to get into his own apartment without breaking the door, his keys were tossed into oblivion along with his coat. "Pizza." he shouted, expecting the announcement to draw his brothers from their hell pits. He navigated around piles of records, boxes of shit they didn't even need and boxes of shit they hadn't even unpacked for twelve years. A box of mom's...no. Don't look at it. "Don't know what I can smell, but I know it fucking stinks so someone better fuckin' shower before we eat."

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@gloriouswhispers danny x margo - outside the bar

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Danny finishes up his last delivery and routinely makes his way to the bar where Margo works. It doesn't matter how many times she tells him not to, it's practically ingrained in him at this point. The late hour is what makes him meet her for her closing shifts, the fact that distrust runs deep in his veins for what others are capable of. Leaning against the wall opposite the bar, blue eyes scan the flow of people pouring out of the doors, their laughter and conversations mingling with the distant sirens and hum of traffic.

He's on the lookout for Margo's wild, untamed hair and when he finally spots her, he pushes himself from the wall. She's too absorbed in her routine to notice him, arranging her bag and longboard, oblivious to his presence. Danny navigates through the clumps of drunk revelers, slipping up behind his sister just as she’s about to push off. Instantly, he plants his foot firmly on the back of her board to halt her progress with a jolt, grinning as she snaps an offended look to him. "You got the fucking survival instincts of a toad. I was stood right there." he points to where he was situated, pushing her along so she glides ahead slightly. "Gay as fuck, anyways. Just get a skateboard." he adds as he walks and very time he reaches her longboard, Danny gives it a little push with his foot so it rolls further along. "You hungry? I want some pizza."

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@ofwrxth danny x elliot - bar

There's a brief silence between Elliot and Danny as they sit with their drinks. But, not an uncomfortable one. Those never existed between them in the first place, and this one isn't even due to the looming pile of shit that they both have to wade through in their lives. This one is because of Tate announcing his departure, hopping and shuffling his way in a painfully slow pace to the door. One trouser leg rolled above his knee, brandishing his infected wound, leaving Danny just watching his brother in a simple disbelief and prolonged silence as his fingers tap gently against his beer bottle. As soon as Tate is gone, Danny's eyes shift to Elliot and his head shakes subtly.

"I swear to fucking God." he mutters in exasperation. "That fucking leg is gonna fall off, El. And he's not listening to anybody about it." he would laugh if he didn't have to be in the next bed across from Tate, hearing his brother hiss in pain every time he turns over. "It's going fucking green, if you get up close enough. But don't, because it stinks." he says next, shifting around to give his drink his full attention. "Think we should just...grab him tonight and drag him to the hospital thing?"

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@manybcdthings danny x dusty - outside the infirmary

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The news that his brother is in Hollow Cove brings a wave of uneasiness to Danny's stomach. He keeps insisting he's fine enough to brace the cold for a cigarette, already down to his last two of the packet when it's barely the afternoon. He recounts the last time he saw Dusty, how an argument ripped between them worse than one had been during their entire lives. How every day since that one, Danny constantly wondered if his brother was alive. It still doesn't mean he's any closer to apologizing, even as the relief swirls out of his lungs with the smoke as he sees his brother approaching.

"Took your damn time." Danny comments with a frown after spending days seeing every face of the Cross pack apart from Dusty's. "You join that wolf pack or nah?" it would be hilarious under different circumstances but Danny failed to see the humor even at the time. He tosses the packet of smokes in Dusty's direction as he draws near. A silent olive branch considering his last cigarette rattles against the crumpled box.

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@ofwrxth danny x elliot - infirmary nov 14th

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Danny blinks, staring up to a sterile ceiling as he lays rigid in the bed. The previous few days have been the first time he's slept somewhere that wasn't a solid floor. For months he has spent nights propped up with one eye open and even now, it's hard for him to let himself rest. Seeing the rest of the Cross pack again is cause for elation and among them, his rake of a brother that he was certain hadn't made it. Even if he has to wait for the deep gashes in his arm and side to heal, Danny finds a smirk on his lips that hasn't appeared for far too long.

He hears the door rattle open and then close with a thud, and he doesn't even need to look to know it's Elliot. Already, Danny is laughing to himself. "She better not be with you, man." he goads, obviously only meaning one person that he'd be mortified if she saw him in this state. Danny shifts to sit up, scrunching his nose at the wince of pain but otherwise ignoring it. "The nurse...or whatever she is. She's hot so I'm livin' my best life, El. Don't need to keep checking on me."

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Danny has somewhat accepted his fate in the infirmary. Laying rigid in the bed and staring at the faint cracks in the ceiling to pass his time, waiting to get patched up and the nasty wound tended to. He can hear the scurry of footsteps and twists his head in time to see a flash of crazy curls headed his way. The movement's quick enough for Kat's face to be a blur but he immediately knows that it's her.

"Jesus, they weren't lying. Everyone's here." Danny breaks out into a laugh, pushing himself up as Kat grabs him into a hug. He coughs out weakly, throwing both arms around her despite the wince of pain. "You're making it worse." he croaks in more laughter, pulling back to grin at her. "Thought y'all forgot about me, ain't gonna lie." Danny finds it easier to laugh through the overwhelming feeling of return, his hand still patting Kat roughly on the back. "Bet Jude's eight foot tall now, huh? Ollie still got that mug on him too?"

+ DANNY / INFIRMARY, TOWN HALL NOV. 11

Kat barely registers what Levi's saying. There's a buzzing in her ear that doesn't stop as she tears out of the supply depot, Jude at her heels. She hears Levi grabbing him, running after her and only skids to a stop when she comes to the infirmary. Shoving the doors open in a rush, they slam against the wall, but she doesn't even grimace as her eyes begin to scan beds. I think your cousin's hurt. Dusty? Uh, no, the other one? What other one? No one told you? Another one came through....Danny?– and she'd been off.

Please. Please. Please. She combs over the new faces in beds and her heart begins to sink before she spots a shock of blond and Kat doesn't even hesitate. She nearly knocks into a medic as she runs to the bed, hair a wild mane around her. When she sees who's there, Kat lets out a small noise, halfway between a laugh and sob and she rushes towards Danny, pulling him into a hug despite his injuries. "Oh thank, God." @rviner

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"'cause I ain't ever heard you play that shit, man! Just this shit." Danny waves a hand at the speakers, his finger jabbing in the direction of the music with exaggerated disdain. He twists the phone in his hand, holding it out to Tate, almost daring him. "Play somethin'. Lemme judge right now." his grin is wide, barely containing the laugh breaking free as he watches Tate try to ignore him. But Danny's relentless, waving the phone until he finally drops it into Tate's lap, giving him no escape from his judgment day.

Danny straightens up, eyeing Tate with a judging look as he wags a finger. "I ain't cried when I ain't had a job, Tate." he insists, voice full of pride. "But I've been sad about bein' broke. Huge difference." he smirks, unbothered, until Tate's remark about his shirt makes him glance down, taking in the Metallica logo stretched across his chest. "It's ironic." Danny shrugs, a hint of offence in his tone, his gaze flicking back to Tate, dead serious. "You wouldn't get it."

Danny leans back, stretching his arms across the couch with a chuckle about Hunter. And the fact Tate's bitter mood seems to be stuck. "It'll be fuckin' relaxin' once you change this song. And we spark up." he mumbles, eagerly swiping the joint and patting around for his lighter. Once lit, he takes a deep, satisfied drag, a look of pure contentment spreading over his face. As expected, Danny keeps the joint to himself for a few long pulls. Four, maybe five, before finally handing it over to Tate, his grin wide and unapologetic. "Have this and shut up, huh? Good for ya. Both things."

"So do I! Why don't you ever say shit like that 'bout me?" Tate's voice rises in offense, a look of exasperation flashing over his face as he glares at Danny, easily riled by his brother's endless antics. He waves a hand, half annoyed, half dismissive, and lets out a long, suffering sigh. "Man, I can't even talk to you when you're like this. Don't even wanna look at your dumb face." muttering to himself, he shifts his focus to the joint in his hands, rolling it with practiced precision, his fingers moving methodically as if the task could drown out Danny's antics and the annoyingly relatable lyrics that drift through the room.

He tries his best to ignore the music, refusing to look up even as a grin tugs at his lips, the corner of his mouth betraying him. "You've cried when you didn't even have a job, so what's that make you?" he fires back, arching a brow but still refusing to meet Danny's eye, his attention fixed on the joint. "And you wear a damn Metallica shirt." he adds dryly, but karma strikes as Danny chokes mid laugh, and Tate has to bite down on his own snicker. "Hunt'll just think it's your favorite song, so go for it." he mutters, about to finish up his rolling job when he catches Danny's narrowed, eager gaze, zeroed in on the joint. "Jesus." Tate huffs, reluctantly adding a final sprinkling at the top. "Happy?" he passes it over, pausing just long enough to consider throwing it though he knows he wants his turn. "Asshole. This was meant to be fuckin' relaxing."

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Danny's jaw tightens, noticing the way Carl's eyes narrow, the man's voice dripping with that same, tired disdain. "What he even take?" Danny snaps, and the response is quick. Something about cash, supposedly missing. Danny's face barely shifts but there's a flicker of frustration behind his eyes. Now it does sound like something Tyler would do, but right now it doesn't matter. It's too late now. "Why the fuck would he take dollars!? We're in Germany, dumbass!" he bites, hands planting flat on Carl's chest and shoving the security back again. And there's a moment even Danny notices, the instant when anger pushes reason out of the way.

A crackle changes everything, the sharp shock of it right from Tyler's fingertips. Danny doesn't need to look, he can hear the moment it buzzes with another guard, sending him stumbling back. But it's the signal for them all to let loose. Carl lunges, his fist arching through the air, but Danny's body shifts before he even thinks. He ducks to the side, Carl's arm slicing through empty space. And that split second allows Danny to send a punch of his own, a sick amusement at the corner of his lips as his knuckles collide with the security's side.

But it's the urgent shouts from Tyler that swims in Danny's thoughts, blending with adrenaline. The sound of his brother barreled against the side of the trailer. Something snaps from deep within. His eyes dart to Tyler, the scuffle with the other guard, eyes lit wild, electricity dancing at his fingertips. This momentary distraction lets Carl land a hit, Danny stunned and stumbling as he feels the harsh connection against the side of his mouth. "Man, fuck you!" he shouts, as another fist flies his way. He shifts backwards, subtle currents rippling through the air, invisible but pressing back. Carl swings but his fists meets resistance and Danny takes brief delight in the confusion across his face. "Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought. Watch this, bitch." with a sharp shove against the compressed air, Danny sends Carl flying back in a gust.

He almost laughs, but hearing fists landing urges Danny into action. His attention shifts to Tyler again and without thinking, he sends a sharp force of air aimed low. It buckles the guard's legs, faltering his stance enough for Tyler to slip free. The two brothers running as more security seem to be closing in. "You're giving me fifty fuckin' bucks outta that money, Ty!" Danny shouts, pushing Tyler into motion with him as they sprint. "Sick of your fuckin' shit!"

It all happens too fast. One second, Tyler's arguing with one security guard. Fucking Carl. The same shithead who seems to hate any Anderson that breathes. Their voices sharp and loud until then, there are two more men closing in, backing Tyler into a corner near the side of a trailer. His fists clench, frustration boiling over, and his voice rises above the chaos. "I didn't fuckin' take it! This is bullshit!" he yells, repeating it over and over, but it's useless. Three fingers pointing at him, three voices shouting back has every nerve in his body crackling. He can feel the electricity pulsing just beneath his skin, racing through his veins, itching to be let loose.

The tension only tightens until Danny shows up, and for the first time, Tyler lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He throws his hands up, exasperated, shouting above the noise. "They don't wanna hear shit, Danny!" his voice isn't angry with his brother but it's raw, full of frustration at the mess he's trapped in. But he can still feel the sparks dancing in his hands, twitching at his fingertips, energy just waiting to explode.

Then Danny's at it with one of the guards, and the whole scene spirals. Tyler along with it. He's quickly blocked by the other two, his back nearly against the trailer's cold metal. Another accusation gets flung at him, and he snaps, shoving the guard's chest. "Fuck you!" he shouts, barely thinking. But the shove isn't just a shove. A shockwave jolts through his fingertips, unable to be controlled, electricity crackling out with a fierce buzz as the guard stumbles back, shouting in pain, his face twisted in shock.

"Oh shit." Tyler mutters, his own eyes wide for a split second, but the second guard lunges, catching him in a grapple, forcing him back against the trailer with a brutal slam. His head rings and his body reacts on pure instinct. Memories flash, too vivid. The grip of rough hands, a father's anger, the nights he learned to keep his fists up to survive. "Get the fuck off me!" he growls as Tyler falls into the chaos, wrangling himself free and fists already swinging. The first punch lands hard, knuckles meeting the guard's jaw in a satisfying crack.

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"Nah, shut up. Ty listens to that old school hop, man. He knows his shit." Danny's quick to catch Tate's deflection but his brother's reaction only fuels his amusement. He can't stop laughing and the more Tate protests, the more annoyed he gets, the more Danny can't control his laughter. "Shit, man. I mean, come on, it's you!" he declares, arms gesturing wildly to the speakers as 'Got work in the morning but I'm crying on the floor' sings through with a strange British accent.

"I ain't ever fucked with Metallica. Hate 'em." Danny then says, a moment of seriousness but his chuckles have stuck. "I will keep laughin', 'cause it's fuckin' funny." his cackle stirs up his worn lungs, a harsh cough hitting him from nowhere. "Fuck." he remarks, smacking his chest and exhaling out with a shaky breath of laughter. "Oh, shit. I can't wait to play this shit to Hunt." he snickers but Danny even has to admit there's a catchy feel to the song, his smirk growing as he tries to deliver a nonchalant shrug. "I mean, guess there's worse." he mutters, sitting up straighter with a wave of his hand as he eyes the way Tate rolls. "Ah, what's that!?" he points now, wiggling a decorated finger to the lackluster amount Tate has flicked through the paper. "I got first toke, man. Put more near the damn top. Think you're fuckin' smart."

Tate wears a small grin as the music shifts, his foot tapping to the new beat with a light enjoyment. Until, he sees Danny's eyes shift and the judgement seep into his brother's tone. "No." Tate responds, flat and quick, his grin dropping as he shrugs. "Why the fuck would I put it on here? Probably Ty." the deflection comes easily but it's too late, Danny's lost in a cruel laughter that makes Tate sink into the couch. Arms crossed. "Alright, man. Cut it out, ain't that funny. You look dumb as fuck laughing so hard."

He falls into utter seriousness, quietly annoyed as his brothers taunts continue...to the point of tears. Tate, suddenly is all poised and haughty. "Okay, well. Laughing at shit people listen to is immature as fuck. Like those metallica fuck heads that suck Hetfield's dick, so. Keep laughing. Dick sucker." he fires back, the bag of weed flicking across the room and smacking him on the forehead with a little slap. Tate frowns, catching it in his hands and huffing. "Grow up." he mutters, leaning forward so he can start their habitual afternoon smoke. A smoke that happens after their morning smoke, and before their evening smoke and before the night smoke and before the sleep smoke. "Ain't even a bad song and you know it."