too much too give -- danny

[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Danny gave her a small, unyielding smile as he followed her into the sea of mayhem. Straight away he knew that he was shoulder-deep in a recipe for disaster, or an evening in central booking. He was a smaller man, so liquor metabolized fast and it was unwise to be in a jail-cell with low-lifes who thought he had a pretty mouth.

Immediately he was on the defensive, brandishing his camera-phone and getting it between himself and a passing bucket of ice and bottles, the contents of which being suspect. "Look," he shouted to Lana, catching her by the elbow. "Don't let me have more than two beers, if you happen to notice." She seemed honorable enough, despite what appeared to be a propensity for 'good times'. Danny snapped a picture of a woman who might have been connected to a hardcore band he'd been scoping out. She was snogging with some helpless looking boy masquerading a punker. Looking at the might-be-rocker on the screen of his cell-phone kept his eyes off the bottle of vodka that had changed hands just inches from his face a second earlier.</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

A surprised look registered on Lana's face as she looked back at Danny, figuring he'd just follow and not really say anything. Her eyes followed his mouth, a small grin forming on her face. Why no more than two beers? Was he afraid to embarrass himself? Pretending to not have heard him she yelled back, "What? No less that fourteen beers? If you say so!" Then she turned quickly and kept moving so he couldn't correct her. Every so often Lana made sure to turn to make sure he was within sight, but at last she made it to the little cooler station where at least five coolers were set up, each full of beer. Lana picked out one of her favorites, and tossed another to Danny.

Where the coolers were was generally quieter than where everyone was dancing, shouting, etc. Popping the cool bottle open, Lana took a long sip before looking to Danny. "What's up with you? Why can't you have more than two beers? If you're afraid to get drunk...that's kinda what this party is for." She stated jokingly. "Let loose, kiddo. You're not working right now." She gave him a soft playful punch on the shoulder before nodding back towards the crowd. "Ready for that again?"
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notes; i'm feeling mischievous, i have the feeling something should happen at this party (;.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

Danny caught the bottle, leaving it unopened in his hand. "You know those kinds of people who're really cool when they're drunk?" He gave the bottle a small jiggle, holding it at eye-level. "I'm not one of them. I've seen video. It's fucking embarrassing." Yes, can I have 'Understatements of the Decade for 3,000'? Nonetheless, Danny set the cap against the counter and popped it off. He sipped the rising foam off the top and took a conservative swallow of the girl's choice brand.He'd gone a long way to learn to control his intake. Danny wasn't the type who needed booze. He wasn't an alcoholic. It was just too easy to keep going once he got his momentum up. He hated the person he became when he got wasted. Thus, one sip and then a break.

"You gonna make me dance with you, too?"

notes: I'm all for mischief and mayhem. Danny can really go downhill once he's sloshed, though.

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

Dec 5, 2010 21:33:01 GMT -5 LANA LEIGH PAYNE said:

"Well, we have that in common!" Lana laughed, running a hand through her hair, shaking her fingers through her bangs. "I happen to be quite the lamest person in this world when I'm drunk. We'll make videos and re-watch them to see how lame we are together." Taking another gulp, Lana nodded at his other question. "Of course I'm making you dance." That fact was stated matter of factly, as if Danny should have known that. She grinned, and nodded toward the dance area. "Now, this will be the best dance experience of your life. I'm warning you now. But it'd be better if you just didn't remember it in case it's NOT the best dance experience you've experienced." Giving a goofy smile, Lana bobbed her head to the music, taking a few steps over to the area.

"Well, don't be shy! Come on." She took his hand, her hips already swaying to the music, Lana's heart racing from the music that was about twenty notches too loud. Tonight would be fun, and she'd make sure of it.

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notes; let's get buddy smashed! haha.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Danny followed her into the fray, his eyes drawn immediately to her hips and and the impeccable rhythm she kept. There was going to be trouble, it's name was Lana Payne. He took another swig from his beer before the swell of bodies caught him like a rip-tide.

Heavy-concerts and crazy parties. He couldn't pretend to himself that he didn't have a secret taste for that shit. Dancing with someone so close that you breathed the heat from their body; it was an animal pleasure. Not that he'd admit it to even a close friend, much less the girl who's lead he was currently following. It was another part of his personality that he tried to choke away out of vanity. It took a lot of energy to be a stick-up-your-ass reporter.

He lifted his beer over the head of a girl who wriggled up against him, edging politely away as he kept his eyes on Lana, ahead of him. Of course he wanted to party. He was twenty-something year old reporter for a music magazine. But admitting to that would be aligning himself with the throbbing, ignorant mass of Americans who couldn't see what the hell was going on the rest of the world.</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

Her hips kept time to the rhythm, her body navigating itself through the busy crowd, finding a spot on the floor finally. There were grinding, sweaty bodies everywhere, with the heat touching Lana's skin like a touch of fire, and she loved all of it. The beer was already almost done, and Lana had to admit she had a pleasant, little buzz going on inside her head. Finishing it off she thrust the bottle to someone's open hand before turning her head to make sure Danny was still behind her. Happy to see that he was she offered him a wink and a smile before her hips started to gyrate again, backing up to Danny and pressing into him. There were all types of guys trying to squeeze in with girls, trying to push them away from their current dancing partners.

A few boys did recognize her as the drummer from can you find me, a few even wearing some of the band's merchandise like bracelets, necklaces, or t-shirts. Lana would give a thumbs up to them and go back to dancing with Danny, one hand snaking behind her to hold onto his hip as well as she grinded into him.

However, one guy in particular did not seem to feel the need to stop communicating with Lana, and soon he was dancing in front of her, grabbing her hips and pulling Lana's body closer to him. Lana literally gasped, her head snapping back to face the guy who had pulled her away. Giving an uneasy smile, Lana moved her feet a little to the beat before politely moving away, trying to get away and back to Danny.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Danny felt the heat of the room pressing in around him, and the faint touch of the beer on his brain. His sneakered feet gave way to a small, comfortable shuffle. Women were dancers. Men -- at least American 'crackas' like himself -- scooted and swiveled and hand-waved, but they didn't really dance. Men had square bodies and women had hour-glasses. Nonetheless, he couldn't convince himself that giving his body little by little to something so much bigger, like the rhythm and the sway, was unpleasant or trying.

The feeling of the drummer-girl as she ground her body again him was a shock of pleasure that he hadn't prepared himself for. He wasn't any where close to drunk, so Danny couldn't blame the response of his body on buzzing in his brain. What Danny knew is that after she began the ritualistic acts of the universal party-gods, he was only able to focus on her and what her body was doing to him. He was hyper sensitive to her on his hip, and how his skin jumped with contact. Trouble, this girl. Too much trouble.

The non-beer-occupied hand eventually made it's way to her hip, about as chastely such a gesture could have managed to be. Her rhythm was as intoxicating as it was contagious, and before long Danny's movements were almost as fluent as Lana's. So much for men not dancing, his mused, sipping again from his beer.

Another troubling development for this night was the nagging desire to press even closer to her. Danny knew better; it would encourage her, She was already buzzed, he could tell. Regardless, he couldn't fight the feelings that any reasonable man would experience when dancing against a body like Lana Payne's. He gave a small scoot, his chest and naval falling flush with her skin. He caught a whiff of the scent of her hair, his eyes falling closed.

And then everything that was Lana -- heat, rhythm, contact -- was gone. Danny's eyes snapped open, baffled, and found her chest to chest with a grabby looking young man in a 'Can You Find Me' t-shirt. Extra small. Danny fought off the instinctive caveman jealousy, watching their interaction and considering snapping a picture on his phone.

Lana looked troubled, though, and the man didn't seem to understand boundaries. When she started back in his direction Danny hooked his arm around her to make a point to the fan. Get lost. She's busy. The drummer should have known better than to interact with fans in a party-scene. Making assumptions that people -- especially around alcohol -- were stable could yield lamentable results.

notes: Is Danny a lover or a fighter?</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

"Where are you going?" the drunken boy yelled over the music, a puzzled look constricting his face. Lana's jaw literally dropped and she scratched at her head awkwardly, pulling back to Danny just a little as she found his arm wrapping around her. The few people around them had shot over a look to see what was going on, but other than those few, the party generally continued to go on. "I, uh." Licking her lips, Lana searched for an answer that would satisfy the boy, and not cause trouble. She didn't want to dance with him? That wasn't too nice. He was a little to friendly? That wasn't too acceptable either. How about she was already here with someone? That could work, except unexplainable answers would be spread within the hour via cell phones to twitter, facebook, and so much more.

Dancing had been fun, and Lana liked feeling like a normal nineteen year old. Going out, drinking when she wasn't supposed to, and partying. Being a band proved this to be difficult, and even though Lana could easily give up either of the two dilemmas easily, she refused to. Both were important to her. Looking back to Danny quickly, the look on his face was impeccably full of dismal towards the guy and obvious protection over Lana. "I was kind of dancing with him and you just totally came out of nowhere and..." The bu that before was pleasantly giving her a slight high with the mix of hot, sweaty bodies and her hips on Danny's was slowly fading. Luckily, the people who had invited her were now passing out shots.

However, the problem in front of her was now growing bigger s the other boy's face hardened and he shook his head, rambling off about him being so stoked to meet a member of Can You Find Me, and all this nonsense. He was saying stupid things, and at any moment going to piss of Danny has he started saying Danny couldn't anything. Lana stared at him, and latently didn't even care what his deal was. "Just, uhm. Look. Chill." Lana started, happy to see the boy who'd been passing out shots was walking by.

Grabbing four, Lana gave one to the guy, one to Danny, downed one, and raised the other happily, yelling "Cheers!". Quickly, she downed the next one. Then, she looked at Danny, willing him to stay quiet.

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notes; that's really up to you! if we're going to do that whole him being nasty to her and hitting her and what not, maybe a fighter? whatever you're comfortable with! maybe he wont say anything to the dude and get all pissy at lana? idkk.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Dan felt the look of disdain make permanent lines on his face. This guy was the epitome of what he hated about human beings. It was men like 'Party-Boy' here who made Dan's job as a cynical bastard so easy. He watched the kid bitching Lana out. She was bubbly and pushy and presumptuous, but she was trying to be fair to her fans, and dick-brain was pushing the social-contract just a little too far.

Now, Danny was a skinny boy, but he knew enough about how to tell assholes off. His hands were full, though, putting him at a disadvantage. If he'd had a better buzz, he might have been bold enough to toss the contents of the shot-glass in the kid's face. Instead, he just drained it in a short, experiences swallow. He dropped the glass onto a passing tray and then put himself between Lana and the trouble-maker.

"Look, she's busy, kid. I think I saw the drummer for Rise Over Me in the other room. Go try and feel him up, sport." He put a hand in the middle of the kid's chest, slender fingers splayed. His arm straightened as he gave the boy a push.

The liquor hit his belly like a serpent. Danny knew right away he'd made a mistake, but he couldn't get past this piss-off. He'd worry about sobriety when the stupid fan had made like a tree.


notes: Alright. Danny-boy's a fighter (or at least he thinks he is). He's not drunk enough to start being nasty to Lana yet, but it won't stay that way for long.</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

The drink tactic hadn't worked. Lana made a little noise that would have sounded like a gasp as Danny moved in front of her, and she bit her lip. Now, Lana wasn't the type who enjoyed having boys fight over her. Sure, it was nice now and then when she wasn't considered one of the guys and actually had sex appeal, but hey. It wasn't like she was running around getting men into drunken fights like these. "Danny!" Lana said quickly, grabbing his arm as he pushed the boy away, "Stop it." Danny's piss-tocity(yes, Lana's own word) was off the chart, and it was written all over his face.

The other guy, who's name was being called through the crowd as Kevin, was pissed off as well. As he was pushed back, his perception was easily off from him being so drunk. However, his mouth was running again, naming Danny a ton of unpleasant names and sputtering all over the place basically. Red-eyed, Kevin shoved Danny back, staring him down as he started about kicking his ass and what not. Lana didn't like this, at all.

"Danny, let's go." Lana pulled on his arm, trying to yank him from this scene now. More and more people were surrounding this little ordeal, and Lana didn't want to be associated it, let alone watch as these two guys were going to argue and most likely fight.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Danny shrugged her off his arm, sizing 'Kevers' up as he battled two trains of thought. He didn't really enjoy being hit, and it was juvenile to start a fight in a party he hadn't even been invited to. In the daylight, with fresh air in his lungs and no pounding bass-line, he might have felt more inclined towards reasonable thinking.

It was hot and close and crazy, though, and this kid was an asshole. He was what people thought of when they talked about American tourists. He put a hand behind him to move Lana back. "No. He's a fucking neanderthal." Ironic, coming from a man who was about to start swinging fists like a caveman. When Kevin pushed him Danny shoved the guy back with both hands, pushing forward a couple steps to try and put him on his ass.</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

"No, he's fucking drunk and stupid. Come on." Lana shook her head, neverminding Danny as he pushed her away. She started for his other side, tugging at his other arm. While she couldn't say that these type of situations didn't happen all the time, Lana could certaintly say that certain dramatic situations tended to happen when she was recognized at places. It was nice, sometimes, when there was no alcohol involved and it wasn't supposed to be a date. "It's not worth it, and if you guys fight you'll both just be in trouble and wake up with sore bones and broken noses."

The other guy though, was sputtering again, and Lana sighed. He wasn't making this anymore easier. "You, stop." She pointed directly at him, shaking her head. "I really appreciate how big of a fan you are, and you could check out more of our shows. But right now, you're drunk, he's pissed off, and none of this will work out." It was hard to be heard over the loud music, and it was apparent as Kevin moved to swing at Danny.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>Danny felt the woman's pull on his arm; an infuriating, nagging sort of tug. He couldn't divide his attentions when a man was threatening to split his lip open. Danny turned to tell Lana off, jerking his arm free so roughly that he fairly nearly struck her in the process. It didn't occur to the reporter that his aggression had become misplaced.

He turned back around only in time to catch the edge of his new friend's fist on the bridge of his nose. With a muffled crack and an understandable explosion of pain, Danny staggered back, seeing stars. His hand came to his injured beak, a priceless expression of shock blossoming across his face. Wonderful. A fit of adrenaline seized him, and, high on his pain, he turned around with a fearsome right hook and clocked the Kevin fellow right across his mouth.

Swearing, he stepped back into the crowd, shaking his stinging right hand. There was a trickle of warmth issuing from his nostrils, trailing onto his lip. Charming. Danny wiped at it with the back of his hand, breathing sharply. Keeping an eye on Kevin as he tried to sink further into the gathered bodies, he sent his voice over the noise to Lana. "I'll taking that drink now."</sub>

[LANA LEIGH PAYNE]

Lana only rolled her eyes as Danny moved to tell her off, and shake her off as well. This was so stupid. However stupid as it was though, Lana shrunk in fear as Kevin's hand came to make contact with Danny's nose, her own hands covered her mouth as she gasped, the crack of the broken noise hitting her ears. As Danny came staggering backwards she moved her hands out to hold onto him. "Let's go! Now, Danny." She stated to him, trying to hold him back again. If the cops were called, it was likely they'd be in a good bit of trouble, considering all were over eighteen and this wouldn't just be considered a fight, but unlawful assault. Was Danny listening to her though? Of course not. Brushing her off him like a fly he was moving back, his shoulder rotating out to deck Kevin right back in his mouth. Closing her eyes, Lana opened them once it was over to see Kevin's mouth spilling blood, and Danny retreating back into the crowd, blood covering his hand as well from wiping his nose.

Lana was quick to turn and follow Danny as the crowd where the fight had taken place grew thicker, and people were now as well holding this Kevin guy back. They needed to go, she was pretty sure. As Danny's voice carried back to her though, she gave him an odd look. Did that mean he was going to go get a drink, or he was expecting her to go get him one? "So let's go get one?" She questioned to him now, her voice at a normal pitch since they had evacuated the crowd.

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notes; oh, danny.

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[DANIEL AMADEUS JONES]

<sub>"There's got to be a bar downstairs," Danny said, all of a sudden self-conscious. The fingers he hadn't bloodied curled around her wrist, pulling the girl through the crowds along behind him towards the door. His other hand made a shell around his nose, stopping the blood the best he could. It wasn't an overwhelming flow. His nose wasn't even broken, he'd wager, just severely unhappy with him.

Well congratulations, Danny-Boy. It had taken him all of twenty minutes after exiting the elevator to make an ass of himself. He shook his head, marveling at his new record for the season. He'd done worse in the past, but this was cutting it close. At this point all he wanted -- screw personal code -- was to swallow something that would numb out the throbbing reminder of his stupidity. "I'm sorry," he mumbled to Lana as he remembered her at his side. "I told you I can be sort of stupid when I drink." The alcohol hadn't had time to hit his system, and Danny knew it. He was just stupid, plain and simple. Why else would he go to such great lengths to distance himself from people? It wasn't humility; it was his method for saving face.</sub>