The bounds of friendship.
So, with my hard drive still playing silly beggers, I can't get back into my stories to edit. This little one however popped into my head after watching Grease followed by an old episode of CSINY and...here it is. Characters do not belong to me unfortunately, just borrowing. Around seasons 1-2 with the Flack floppy hair thing going on.
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"You goin'?" Danny Messer stood on tip toe to try and casually look over Don Flack Jnr's shoulder. It didn't work, he wasn't tall enough, Danny stepped to the side.
"Dunno" Flack shrugged "Not dressin' up if I do"
"Aw c'mon buddy!" Messer protested "Where's your sense of fun?"
"I got a sense of fun" Don grumbled darkly.
"Right" Danny scoffed "Well concealed huh?!"
"You're an ass Mess" Flack huffed "What do I need with brylcreme an' leather jackets?"
"You got a leather jacket" Danny pointed out.
"Yeah" Don replied "A cool one"
"You scared it'll put the chicks off?"
"Humph"
"Ohhh...I see dry spell huh?" Danny teased "Tough buddy"
"Jus' cos I don't bang everything that moves" Don replied heatedly.
"I'll take that as a yes" Danny smirked "An' I don't bang everything that moves, you're not so moral yerself there Don, I seen what you took home last post game party don't forget"
"None a your damned business"
"You need to get laid dude" Danny pointed at him with a grin "Come to the 'Grease Tribute Night'" he cajoled "Chicks love Grease, jus' love it, you'll score, and if ya don't I'll take ya home baby"
"Shut the fuck up, never even seen the damned film" Don glanced around him nervously "You gonna dress up?"
"Course!" Danny grinned "Danny right? All in the name"
"No way you can be Danny" Don told him "Too short and fair"
"Thought you'd never seen it?" Danny teased.
"Humph" came the reply, Don eyed the poster suspiciously.
"I tell ya what" Danny offered "I got the DVD at home somewhere..." he caught Don's amused grin "An old girlfriend left it, come over tonight for a beer, we'll watch it...see who we can go as..."
Don's lips twitched "Jus' for research?"
"Of course" Danny clapped him on the shoulder "What other reason could two single straight guys have for watchin' Grease by themselves huh?"
"I'll be there at 7" Don growled before stalking back down the hallway of CSI and to the exit.
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"Who you kiddin' Danno?" Don laughed as the film played out on the screen "You gotta be that short skinny blonde kid, you look nothin' like Danny"
"That's the point" Messer rolled his eyes "You don't have to!"
"You're more Sandy than Danny" Don raised his eyebrows as he drank some more beer.
Danny smirked "You go as Danny" he offered "An' I'll go as Sandy"
Don let out a bark of laughter "Now I know you're pullin' my chain" he said.
Danny grinned "Maybe"
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"How the hell did I let him talk me into this?" Don muttered to his glowering reflection as he tried to tease his stubborn hair into a 50's style quiff. The outfit had cost a small fortune and he'd spent almost the same again on gel and spray for his hair.
He glared at his flopping hair once more as he heard his apartment door knock and stomped out of the bathroom, wrenching the door open he stood, utterly speechless.
"Tell me about it" Danny grinned at him "Stud"
Don mouthed at him as he took in Danny's appearance. A blonde straight wig covered his own bed head style hair, and poorly applied make up adorned his face. Looking lower Don saw the top of a bra (and he didn't even want to think about where that had come from) obviously stuffed with socks, strapped to Danny's chest. His 'breasts' hung unevenly and looked lumpy and odd. Straining over the bra was a white Alice style dress, the straps looking utterly ridiculous on Danny's muscled shoulders, wispy chest hair poked out in tufts from his 'cleavage'. Blinking at the unreality Don just had to look lower, seeing Danny's dress stopping modestly just below his knees, cinched at the waist with a pretty belt. The legs that followed were hairy and encased in nylon, and despite his initial shock, Flack started to laugh. The laughter increasing as Danny stumped in in the pair of ugliest high heels he'd ever seen.
"I got new respect for women" Danny grumbled "How the hell do they walk in these things?!"
"You mighta waxed" Don managed finally "Oh my God, I gotta go outside with you lookin' like that"
"An' these damn nylons..." Danny hitched his dress up and tugged at the offending garments roughly, Don saw his at least had boxers on underneath and breathed a sigh of relief "They fall down all the time! An' they make stuff...sweaty"
"Ugh" Don pulled a face but the smile crept back again, he couldn't actually believe Danny had done this...the guy was as crazy as a box of frogs "You didn't need to share that...Danny...you're not seriously going like that are you?"
"Yeah" Danny grinned at him "I told you that if you went as Danny, I'd go as Sandy..."
"I didn't actually think you would..."
"Gotta give you a chance with the chicks right?!" Danny grinned "You're lookin' real sexy there in those tight jeans by the way...here, let me fix your quiff..."
Don slapped Danny's hands away from his face and stepped back "Get off me!" he laughed "We better go"
Danny stood straight and prim, extending his hand to Don graciously, Don stared at it.
"Not a damned hope in hell" he said, outraged.
"But Danny..." the real Danny batted his eyelashes at Don "You're my date..."
Don wrenched the door open and shooed Danny out of it, pulling his arm away as Danny attempted to latch on. Bickering they left Don's building, Don looking around for a cab to save himself being seen on the street with what amounted to a man in drag, bad drag.
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Arriving at the venue they spilled out of the taxi onto the side walk and were left by a cab driver that didn't seem disturbed at all by what they wore. Only in New York.
Glancing to the side he saw their reflections in a large mirrored store window and paused slightly.
He started to laugh...and Danny looked at him.
"We look totally ridiculous" Don said happily.
"Yup" Danny grinned back.
"Let's get this over with" he sighed "An Danny?"
"Try an' grab my arm again, I'll break your hand, OK?"
Danny laughed "I got you baby" he batted his eyelashes.
"Stop it" Don ordered "I'm here to score remember, I don't want you crampin' my style"
"I feel used!" Danny wailed in mock distress and Don pushed him through the door of the bar roughly.
Wolf whistles surrounded them as they entered the room full of T-Birds, Sandy's and Pink Ladies, Don felt slightly less conspicuous as he saw everyone had made the effort, Danny however seemed to be the only guy dressed as Sandy.
"Nice legs Messer!" someone shouted and Danny grinned back.
"Hey Mess...great rack..."
Don relaxed a little more and left Danny to his fans, heading for the bar, he leaned on it, bill in hand as he waited. He grimaced and jumped back as a sharp pain went through his foot, looking down he saw the source of the pain, a stiletto heel.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry...are you OK?" a womans voice concerned over him "That oaf barged into me and I lost my balance..."
Don gleamed a smile down at the pretty woman in front of him, the pain in his toe forgotten as he took in the real curves of a real woman encased in the 50's tight fashion style.
"It's nothing" he smoothed breezily "So who are you here as then?"
The woman brandished a pink shoulder at him that told him 'Rizzo'
"Oh, neat" he grinned.
"Yeah, my friends said I'm more like her than anyone else...you must be Danny though, that quiff is a work of art" she replied.
"Thank you" he smiled "Just here with friends?"
"Yeah" she looked slightly shy "You?"
Don smiled sardonically and pointed Danny out "He's my 'date'" he sighed.
"Oh..."
"Oh no!" Don scrambled to recover the situation "Not that type of date, we decided to come along for some fun, ya know as colleagues... He thought he'd get more attention like that...he wasn't wrong was he?"
The woman laughed and held out her hand "My real name is Sally" she said "Can I get you a drink? To say sorry for your foot?"
"Well thank you Sally" Don purred almost "That's very kind, I'm Don"
"Nice to meet you" she held his handshake and eyes a little longer than was needed and he got the message, leaning an elbow on the bar.
"So Sally..." he started "What brings you here?"
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