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finn-oconnor​:

“Could’ve fooled me. Suit yourself though, long as ye ain’t runnin’ away.” Finn wasn’t going to argue with Danny. He’d end up punching him and probably make him cry or some shit then they’d be right back at the beginning again. ”Matured.” Finn repeated the word like it was a foreign concept. He didn’t even consider himself all that mature, despite being as serious as a heart attack half of the time. “Right. I can see ye reformed all your ways.” Finn let out a quick laugh. “That eighties wannabe? Women actually like that kind of thing?” Fucking idiot wasn’t even alive in the eighties. Then frowned when he said he didn’t want to be home. “Anything to do with that shambling skeleton I saw smokin’ on your stoop the other night?” He’d figured it was one of Dusty’s weird friends or something, but maybe it was something else. 

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“Nah, I was only in Denver for like a day before you all showed up. No point running, huh? What if I had been with a girl and you just all busted through the door?” he could laugh about it now but that was definitely a low blow to his ego at the time, even though it should have been touching that Finn and Dusty even noticed he was gone. “I sure have, I will even get you the next round to prove it.” Danny said, straightening his posture into a haughty movement as he grabbed his wallet and used his other hand to flick Finn on the nose. “There’s like two eighties wannabes, Kas and uh....Jock? Fuck knows, if women wanted to fuck a dude with long hair they could just fuck a woman.” he said grumpily. He supposed there was no point prolonging the inevitable, news would be getting everywhere about Bobby being back. “Wish it was one of Dusty’s friends, man. Bobby turned up and because I was busy and Dusty was in a fucking cult or whatever, DJ just let him in. Been there the whole time.” 

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It was as if they both knew this was a goodbye, making each lingering touch and longing kiss all the more meaningful. Danny’s hands grazed over every inch of Emira’s body as if his finger tips could etch the words into her skin, don’t let me go, I’ll miss you. In many ways, they were. Each travel of his palms against her frame was deliberate and an attempt to memorize how she felt under them. Despite the farewell floating between them, unacknowledged and ignored, Danny was easily lost into the euphoric hit of his own dose of Emira, his pupils blown in awe and leaving just a brim of blue around the darkened hues. “I don’t know why you gotta be so difficult.” Danny laughed but his voice had fallen into a heaviness, his breath sharpening as he felt the warmth of her palm wrap around him. “Probably, but you know I like hearing you say it.” he exhaled. Just from that touch alone, a small groan was elicited in response and he stifled it with a deepening kiss. Craving her, as if all of her would ever be enough, the two fingers teasing against her finally entered, curling while inside and encouraging to hear more of Emira’s moans. Each steady pump from his fingers, in and out became quicker until he could brush his thumb with a teasing press against her clit all while refusing to release their kiss and eager to feel her moans muffle into his mouth.

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Elliot doesn’t think Danny’s pea brain could comprehend that he was currently trying to gaslight in his definition of gaslighting. So he waves a hand at his oldest friend, as though shooing away a fly. “Or maybe they’d just wanna just be left alone so they don’t have to deal with idiots,” he snickers, rolling his eyes at Danny. “The guy who’s Ken is like on magazines, dickhead. You’re not the same,” he shakes his head solemnly, clapping Danny on the shoulder patronizingly. “But if it makes you feel better. Sure, Danny. You look just like him.” accompanied but dramatic emphasis and air quotes to mock him. 

“I should thank you for the ––” he’s cackling at how stupid Danny sounds, even as his friend cuts him off because he can make fun of him further. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Elliot shakes his head dismissively before arching a brow as Danny asserts his own dating app activity. “Oh yeah?” Snorting, he takes another swig of his drink and pushes off from the wall. “You’ve got a real winning streak with rich chicks. First you think Aiyla likes you, then whatever the hell Emira is these days, but oh no, you’ll definitely get lucky with a DuPont.” Weren’t they fucking kajillionaires? “She’s not that crazy,” Elliot defends without knowing why, before shrugging, “besides, it’s not even that serious.” Especially not since she won’t fucking text him back, “not like I’m trying to marry her or anything.” The thought is almost laughable considering the type of ring Aiyla probably expects would cost more than Elliot makes in a year. And, like he said, he’s not trying to marry her or anything. Just get her to admit she liked him, trailer trash and all.

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“Oh my God, you are twisting my words Elliot.” Danny replied with a defiant passion, hitting one of his hands into the other and then using their praying position to point towards his friend. “I never said I was the same but we fucking look alike! It’s like...a hint, alright? If I could afford dumb suits and shit, I’d be him whatever he’s fucking called.” he calmed back down again, trying to resume an aloofness to the whole thing that he obviously didn’t embody. “Nah-uh, I don’t want fucking...pity agreement, Cross.” he then uttered, scowling.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. I fucking heard it, man.” he waved a dismissive hand to Elliot, turning his back slightly to him to hide his own laughter even though his shoulders were moving. Once again a decorated finger was raised at Elliot by the time Danny swung back around. “It’s like you don’t even listen to me. Me and Aiyla kissed whether you wanna accept that or not but I, because I’m a nice guy, stopped it from being anything else.” he then touched his own chest, truly a signal of his pride and humility. “Em is just Em, leave her out of this.” he waved his hand again, trying to move on so he didn’t have to explain that it was something else he fucked up. Not even the first time with Emira either. “Uhuh, well you sound like you wanna marry her. Give her some trailer kids, huh?” he teased, following suit by pushing off the wall and finishing his cigarette. “Not serious is just your code for she’s still hung up on Danny.” he laughed.

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They hadn’t managed to talk for what felt like weeks because Bobby’s presence was like a huge, atmospheric black cloud in the house. It was obvious what Danny wanted to say to DJ, but his eyes did all the speaking for him instead. He tried to avoid going home as much as possible since he didn’t find ruminating in the similar feeling of his childhood very comforting. “He here?” Danny whispered lowly when it was DJ who answered the door, his memory was escaping him and this was the third time he forgot his keys. He didn’t wait for the answer as he entered, spotting the empty couch and his eyes scanning to the stairs for any movement around above them. The atmosphere Bobby left in his wake was so intense that it felt like he could be anywhere at any moment. “You need to sit down, I wanna know what the fuck you were thinking.” he whispered again to DJ, despite all signs telling him they were alone. He gestured to the couch and paced near it, darting his vision to the front door a few times.

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I start to slip away, and I watch my heart-rate dissipate Every night's another hell, this is my final farewell It's not the same, I can't explain The years turn into memories, this anxiety

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“I am, thanks for noticing.” Aiyla quipped, angling her head slightly higher because he was taller than her as she was sitting. She looked to the table as he gestured and rolled her eyes to look back at him. Was it just her being hopeful or was this date taking a while to get back to him? “Obviously, preoccupied enough to be here talking to me.” she said flatly, gesturing between them. God, he was so annoying. Even more annoying when Elliot not so subtly reminded her that she was waiting for a date, and had been sat there watching him like a strange person. Who even did that? Definitely not her. “You’re so funny Elliot. A girl can be at a bar for many reasons, not just waiting for a man. You’re not an important part of why we do things.” she pointed. Which was true in many cases but it didn’t exactly apply currently. “I think you’re hoping I’ve been stood up, aren’t you?” she glared, just like she was hoping his date didn’t return. Aiyla then daintily pointed back towards his table, that was still empty. “There must be a line.” she mentioned softly, even with a smug grin threatening. There wasn’t much she could say to Elliot’s annoyingly quick comeback and she scoffed, trying her best to not sound offended before she laughed. “Well, I’m happy for you.” she said begrudgingly. “I hope for your sake, she’s happy with a man who headbutts people he kisses.” 

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Elliot bites back a grin at her snappy words. He thinks she’s easy to annoy which is both entertaining and frustrating depending on the day. He’s sure he can just be standing there and she’d find something to pick at. But at the same time, he likes knowing he can get under her skin. “She’ll be back,” he says off-handedly, as if to say that the moment his date walks back through the doors, Aiyla will be a distant memory. If only it were that easy. She’s like a virus he can’t seem to shake. He rests a hand on the bar now, angling himself so he’s blocking most of her view past him. 

“You just don’t seem the type to idle, Aiyla,” he can’t help the slight twitch of his lips, blue eyes full of smugness as he raises a brow, “Or do you usually sit at bars and send top shelf wine to random couples?” He scans her face before glancing over his shoulder and then back at her. “Probably,” Elliot agrees, resisting the urge to text his date in front of Aiyla as the minutes go by and she’s still not returned. Because his idea of just passing by her at the bar until his date returned isn’t looking so great if he’s caught waiting indefinitely. “Are you?” he laughs, “because you look about as happy as a funeral,” Elliot quips before his eyes narrow. “And hopefully your date doesn’t care that you nearly bite people’s tongues clean off.” And yet…given the chance…Elliot can’t say he wouldn’t kiss her again. 

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Fuck yeah, a date with a figure skater. Danny even wore one of his best shirts, the word pussy across his chest with the u made of two fingers in a v and a tongue through it. Nothing was going to stop his excitement, even knowing the high prices at the resort bar didn’t sour his mood. The only thing that did manage to stop his high was a text from Lily. “Hi, sorry. I think this was a mistake. You’re DJ’s brother?” Fucking DJ. Of course the shortest Anderson had to pick fights with the tallest guy to exist. Why did Lily care though? Fucking bitch. Now he could see why so many people hated her, and maybe she really did bash that other skater’s knee in. Foul was one way to describe Danny’s mood as he got to the bar, but it changed into curiousness when he saw Hunter. He nodded a quick greeting but then followed the man’s eyes to Elliot. With fucking Aiyla. Could this night get any worse? Wait were they fighting? Danny was intrigued, leaning on the bar with a little grin to himself. I told you so was definitely on his mind but he wasn’t going to interrupt. Wait...was this how they fucking flirted?

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Even overshadowed by lust, neither of them could stop dimwitted or off handed comments to one another. Their laughter mixed perfectly with their desire and it had always been that way, naive and idiotic when they were younger, fumbling under bed sheets. Even years later, Danny’s hands could travel over Emira’s frame and know exactly when and where to touch her. She could do the same to him, the graze of her teeth at his jaw being a sweet spot that blanked his mind. There were no worries like there were before, it was just honest and raw want and need that controlled him. “Why do you want me to shut up so bad, thought you wanted to watch a show?” now there was no sincerity in his tone, his voice was low and breathy before his teeth gently pinched around her nipple. His bright eyes locked back to hers as he then grinned around it, enjoying the sound of her reaction far too much. 

 Finally he moved away from her to remove his jeans, letting out a small laugh at her impatience. It felt good to be wanted and if he ever had the ways to word it, he’d know that being wanted by Emira was a different feeling altogether. There wasn’t much time to dwell on it as his hands were smoothing over her frame eagerly and needy until his palms pushed against the inside of her thighs so he could settle between them, leaning himself above her just enough to kick his boxers from his legs. The kisses he gave her not only grew quickly, but became feverish as he blindly let his fingers pull the black lace that remained on her to the side. “I like these.” he commented between the kisses, glancing down quickly to the two fingers that circled against her heat, a small smug grin twitching his lips at the pool of excitement he could feel from her. “Come on, just say it. How bad you want me to fuck you.”

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Axe retorted with an angry shrug. He didn’t think it was any different but he guessed that was because he hadn’t been in Danny’s shoes. Unless they were counting parents. His mom would go missing all the time for no reason. That was another reason this whole situation made him even angrier. Ryan should have known better. That and he left him alone. It’s not like they had any other family to fall back on. It was just the two of them. Luckily Axe had the club to fall back on if he needed support, which was going to be a long shot for him to admit. “DJ invited him in? He think he changed or somethin’?” Seemed weird to do after all they been through with him. ��Must’ve got in his head or something.” That was the only conclusion Axe could think of. Either way it must suck and what he could feel he felt for them. 

His eyes were still narrowed as Danny took his sweet time getting to the point of his question. “Yeah, I guess so -” but Axe went quiet when the other blonde continued. His tongue rolled over his teeth as he fully absorbed the information he was just given. It made a clicking wet sound when he released them. “That so?” Betrayal was an awful kind of feeling. One that seeped into your core and made you feel like a fool. Axe didn’t like being taken for a fool. “Thanks for giving me the heads up,” he added in an eerily calm tone. “Guess you never know who you can trust, huh?” Honestly he was debating going straight over to Kas’ right then and having a little heart to heart with his supposed best friend. But, then he thought that might be too easy. When he could just wait for Kas to come to him and ignore him until then. As far as Tovah went, well he’d need to think on that a little bit longer. He stood up and looked over to Danny. His whole body felt like it was on fire and it was slowly getting worse. “You should get out of here, I got some shit I need to do.” Like head over to the ring and get his name in for a fight before all the slots were taken. He really needed to hit someone. 

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“I don’t fucking know, none of us have fucking talked much since he started sleeping on the couch. Whole place feels weird.” Danny wiggled his shoulders as if there was the sensation of Bobby breathing down his neck as he talked. Always watching, that was something he almost forgot about, how encompassing the man was at any given time. Even with Danny fleeting between houses and refusing to go home, it was like Bobby could be in the corner whenever he glanced at it. “All I know is DJ is a dumbass and he’s lucky we haven’t been able to talk yet.” Not that Danny would do much other than say exactly the same thing. DJ was a fucking dumbass.

“Yeah, I guess. But you were like off, right?” he shrugged, because now he was confused. That was the whole point of being off with someone, so you could fuck around with someone else? Danny wasn’t much of a reader into emotions, he couldn’t feel the shift in Axe and just figured the other blond was thinking. He scratched the back of his neck, looking at his friend with a fairly blank expression when Axe finally spoke again. “I just sat down?” he gestured with his other hand, and then the one holding his cigarette. But, he sighed, and knew trying to push your luck with Axe never went too well. “Alright, well, fuck me I guess. See you around.” he said lazily, flapping his arms once he was on his feet, before taking a casual stroll to leave Axe’s home.

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willowmckay​:

“Uh, I don’t know if it was before or during a break but that doesn’t count because she was always hung up on that giant hillbilly anyways.” Who she could have probably done way better than but Willow could see the appeal. She didn’t want to address that topic any further anyways. Things were never the same between her and Cricket after that. Now it was all just nods and polite hellos before actively avoiding each other. “Why do people keep mentioning him? It’s like all you little Southside sluts are jealous of this dude. Maybe I should go see what all the fuss is about.” As if she wasn’t a regular at the Broom Closet already. Especially since it was just a couple blocks over. Bowie and River sucked her in with their metaphysical prowess often. Maybe she should start putting rose quartz and tanzanite in Kas’ room or car. “I mean my friend Khalil custom designs deck art so I’m sure he has a few and I know his roomie Lucky has several. He’s always in here you had to have met him before.” Dude looked like he was perpetually stoned. It kind of reminded her of one her dads. “Aw I would love that and shut up I’m good with kids. You know Kenzie hangs out with River all the time, if anyone was going to give him a third eye it would be them.” She pointed out, hopping off the counter. “Besides I live a mostly chemical free life. I would probably cleanse his little system and get him loving vegetables.”

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“Right...” Danny mumbled, officially too high and uncaring to even know who Willow was referring to. “I always thought Cricket and Kas were back and forth for a while, then you kinda...hopped on, and that’s why Cricket was pissed because he’s an asshole?” Danny shrugged, hating how he sounded like a nattering woman so he raised his hands up. “I don’t fucking know, Wills. You clearly got some kinda thing for him. And he’s an asshole so that’s on you.” as if Danny didn’t come with his own warning labels, but he thought they were clear enough for people to notice. “Jealous!?” Danny was back in the conversation again, tilting his head at Willow before he laughed. “Come on, man. He literally has longer hair than most girls I’ve slept with. Is that what people like?” Dumb if it was. Everything Willow said about the custom decks sounded expensive and humbled Danny quickly, he just nodded but then looked around to try and fake being busy. “Sounds cool.” he replied, knowing he wouldn’t afford any of it even if he worked weeks of overtime. “Yeah I think I know Lucky, he the L.A dude or whatever?” he shrugged but the idea of asking someone for something free made Danny pull a face. He’d rather steal than be a charity case. He gave a lopsided grin then, not knowing half the words Willow even said to him. “That sounds...weird? Cleansing kids. Ain’t that what the Pope does?”

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Elliot snickers at Danny’s protest, raising a brow. “Gaslighting is a word, dipshit,” he’s trying not to laugh because his best friend is clearly going through it but he can’t help it when the other keeps insisting he’s like a fucking Barbie doll. “You know Ken isn’t real, right?” Elliot raises his brow at him. “Like you know he’s a toy, Danny…” Maybe he thinks Ken is some sort of historical figure, but he’s pretty sure the only historical figure Danny might know is Marilyn Monroe. Possibly Pamela Anderson if they count the past thirty years. 

Elliot waves away the smoke and flips Danny off before rolling his eyes.“Yeah, I am actually, no thanks to you.” Because it’s his pictures that people are swiping on. Not Danny’s. Blowing out a puff of smoke, he casts a glance in Danny’s direction, adding innocently, “think Emira is too. Saw her picture the other day.” He’s known better than to ask about whatever the fuck Danny’s gotten himself into but if he’s gonna give him a hard time about Aiyla, it’s only fair he return the favor. Elliot intentionally doesn’t say whether they matched or not. Or that he did swipe right on her but nothing happened. He’s momentarily distracted from these thoughts by the arguing couple now passing them, the woman looking like she might explode or cry and honestly, Elliot doesn’t envy the man because if being around Aiyla has taught him anything, it’s that women aren’t logical. “If that’s true, you really think you’d have a better chance than me?” He snorts, watching as the woman stops walking and bursts into tears, screaming even louder at him and something about picking up clothes off the bathroom floor? Yeah. Women make no sense. Like how Aiyla will jump his bones at the most random times and then not answer his texts for days. 

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“I never said it wasn’t a word,” He did. “I just said it isn’t real. Like how can someone make you think something did or didn’t happen? If that was real, they’d be famous on fucking T.V or something.” Danny ranted, before staring at Elliot with a furrowed brow. His head shook a bit, more of an offended movement and mocking his friend than anything else. “Uh, yeah. I know he’s not fucking real, asshole. The dude who’s Ken looks like me and you’re a fucking blind piece of shit. All of you are, for not seeing it.” he was on the verge of losing his cool but quickly settled back down again.

“I know for a fact you wouldn’t have posted that photo of you in the hat if it wasn’t for me so shut the fuck up. You should thank me for the pussy.” He had no idea how strange that phrase sounded until it was already said, and he held a faded tattooed palm up into Elliot’s face. “I fucking heard it, alright?” he almost yelled, stopping Elliot form getting there first. The mention of Emira being on there made his hand drop, but then in true Danny fashion he shrugged his shoulder. “I’m on there too.” he mumbled petulantly and a little sour. Had she blocked him and that’s why she wasn’t coming up as near her? “I got a date too, only fucking downloaded it the other day. That DuPont girl, who bashed a knee or something.” Danny was up for a challenge most times, as long as he knew he’d win, otherwise he’d call the challenge stupid. Which was exactly why he scoffed in Elliot’s face about Aiyla. “Already had her on my couch in my t-shirt so I’m winning. Plus, she’s bat shit crazy like that bitch.” he gestured to the couple. “So, if you wanna be that dude then go for it. But you won’t get far.”

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“Ye look broke as fuck either way,” he shot the defense down. No matter what when it came between choosing who to believe out of Danny and Odessa, he was going to choose Odessa. He would also justify anything Odessa said at that point because she’d yet to be irrational when it came to business. “Amen.” He agreed and swallowed down the shot. Then again, it depended how much alcohol he had or who he was talking to. There were times he felt like a regular chatter box, but there again he could just be talking a normal amount. He’d hate to see what it looked like when him and Gabe got together. Or even Hunt after a bottle, if they weren’t beating the shit out of each other. “Very funny. How about ye just take care of whatever problem’s come up? As long as it ain’t woman problems, Hunt and I will back ye up.” 

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“Ah fuck you.” Danny hissed, because he could never keep quick remarks going. Finn, the usually untalkative one seemed to have a few good one liners at the ready which pissed Danny off to no end. At least there were free shots for Danny to drown his misery, and he did two in quick succession, squinting at Finn through the burn. “I’m handling it, the fuck?” Danny said sourly, gesturing to himself. “I’ve matured, thanks very much.” he added, because he thought he had. If others didn’t see that then, it wasn’t his problem, right? “Me and Kenz are...fine. I’ve got no woman problems because I’m not Kas fucking Morrison.” Said with a bitterness. “Just don’t wanna be home, that’s all. Boring there.” Bobby there, actually.

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I'm a mess inside a body of a man Implementing pain inside my brain is all I can Do whatever you can to evade the upper hand Life is full of fuck-ups and I know just what I am Yeah I know just what I am

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Multi-colored eyes rolled up to where Danny stood and he took another hit off his dab pen. “Are you takin’ his side right now? Dude could have at least made an attempt to reach me, send me a fuckin’ sign or some shit, fuck man.” Axe clenched his teeth and worked his jaw, exhaling the anger that was boiling up in him. It wasn’t Danny’s fault, he knew that. It was the betrayal he felt. “I thought he was dead,” and the grief for the brother he mourned that was alive the whole damn time. “They best leave me and my house out of it. I ain’t done nothin’ to any of them besides cuss his ex out for bangin’ on my door yellin’ for him. Didn’t believe me he was gone, I guess.” Fucking too many of them out there. “I just stay away from Jett. Him and Kas can keep fightin’ it out.” He’d keep watching it though. There was already one giant he had to take on in the fights and he would rather avoid another one. Axe scoffed and shook his head. “Piece of shit, sorry man.” He would offer to trade him, but Ryan was nowhere near as bad as Bobby. “Y’all should just take him out, run him out of town like they supposedly did to Ryan. We’d all back you up.” The Anderson boys might be a pain in the ass now and then but most of Southside would have their back. Axe frowned at the change of subject. “Stay away from Tove. Why?” His first thought was Danny was trying to hit it and honestly couldn’t be too far off. “And it’s the same as it’s been she hates me, then she can’t leave me alone, then she hates me again. Depends on the day at this point.” He would rather her just be there with him but she had some stick up her ass about whatever. 

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“Obviously not, but better he had a reason right?” Danny said back with a clueless shrug. “Dusty just gets up and goes because he feels like it.” he then laughed and in Danny’s small brain he figured if Dusty actually had a reason to keep leaving it wouldn’t be so bad. “Just when I think Dust has died, he shows up with some new tattoo or some weird story, like nothing’s a big deal.” He supposed it wasn’t a big deal if his brother kept coming back, but two years was different. “I hope he stays this time, Ry I mean. Doesn’t fuck you around again.” It was probably the most sincere Danny had been for a while. “I won’t say shit if I see the Jones kids at Boots, let you two figure that one out. You’re brave keeping him here when they find out, though.” he gave Axe a quick slap on the shoulder in support. Danny clicked his tongue, knowing he had thought about doing it to Bobby all over again but life was different now. He had Koda, DJ had the diner and even though Dusty said he didn’t care doing life inside, Danny didn’t want that to happen either. “Well, if Deej wasn’t a dumbass and invited the fucker to our house, we could’ve done something but nobody listens to me. They all think I’m stupid or something.” he shrugged. He laughed slightly at Axe’s reaction, exhaling some smoke and preparing for wherever the conversation went next, because judging by how protective Axe seemed it probably wasn’t going to go well. “Relax, man. I like brunettes.” he said, and apparently Elliot fucking did too but now wasn’t the time to get pissed about Aiyla. “So y’all are like...off, right now? Thank God.” he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Willow got all in her head ‘cause she saw Tove leave Kas’ trailer and was saying it’s cheating or something.” he had no idea what counted as it. “Just girls being girls, probably wanted to hop on Kas or something. Fuck knows. I stopped listening.”