“Married?” Danny demands, dropping his drink on the table and leaning over the two startled people sitting there.
“Uh, no, we’re engaged,” the woman says, giving him a strange look.
“Not you,” Danny says, and fixes his best glare on Jeff. “Me and Steve. Seriously, Jeff? Married Couple? That’s what you decide to go with?”
“It seemed to fit?” Jeff says sheepishly. “Um. It was just a metaphor, really.”
“A metaphor that the entirety of Hawaii has decided to take literally,” Danny says. “The governor congratulated me. My daughter wants to be a flower girl. I have been asked about my happy marriage by the bad guys I lock up. As far as metaphors go, this one’s done far more than it intended to.” He squints suspiciously at Jeff. “You didn’t intend this, did you?”
“No, of course not!” Jeff exclaims. His fiancée has lost the slightly disturbed look she was wearing when Danny first showed up, and now just looks like she badly wants to start laughing. Danny appreciates her restraint in not actually giving in to the desire.
“It’s still happened,” Danny says with a sigh. “I know Steve and I get along and all that, but – you really couldn’t come up with any other description?”
“Sorry?” Jeff says meekly. He does not look at all apologetic. He actually looks kind of amused, Danny thinks. Bastard.
“You should be,” Danny says. “Oh, hey, give me your email address, there’s something I want to send you –”
Jeff types his address into Danny’s phone with far more dexterity and speed than Danny will ever display. “What is it?” he asks curiously as Danny tucks his phone back in his pocket and picks up his drink again.
“Wedding invite,” Danny tells Jeff, and saunters off, leaving behind hysterical laughter.
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“Married?” Danny demands, dropping his drink on the table and leaning over the two startled people sitting there.
“Uh, no, we’re engaged,” the woman says, giving him a strange look.
“Not you,” Danny says, and fixes his best glare on Jeff. “Me and Steve. Seriously, Jeff? Married Couple? That’s what you decide to go with?”
“It seemed to fit?” Jeff says sheepishly. “Um. It was just a metaphor, really.”
“A metaphor that the entirety of Hawaii has decided to take literally,” Danny says. “The governor congratulated me. My daughter wants to be a flower girl. I have been asked about my happy marriage by the bad guys I lock up. As far as metaphors go, this one’s done far more than it intended to.” He squints suspiciously at Jeff. “You didn’t intend this, did you?”
“No, of course not!” Jeff exclaims. His fiancée has lost the slightly disturbed look she was wearing when Danny first showed up, and now just looks like she badly wants to start laughing. Danny appreciates her restraint in not actually giving in to the desire.
“It’s still happened,” Danny says with a sigh. “I know Steve and I get along and all that, but – you really couldn’t come up with any other description?”
“Sorry?” Jeff says meekly. He does not look at all apologetic. He actually looks kind of amused, Danny thinks. Bastard.
“You should be,” Danny says. “Oh, hey, give me your email address, there’s something I want to send you –”
Jeff types his address into Danny’s phone with far more dexterity and speed than Danny will ever display. “What is it?” he asks curiously as Danny tucks his phone back in his pocket and picks up his drink again.
“Wedding invite,” Danny tells Jeff, and saunters off, leaving behind hysterical laughter.