** "Suppertime." ** Danny thought to himself, while he was cooking.
"Our first date, and the son-of-a-bitch is 15 minutes late." He thought aloud. "And now I'm talking to myself. What next?"
The doorbell rang, and Danny jumped. He was expecting Morgan, but he was still a little surprised when he actually showed up. He walked over to the door with his apron on, spatula in hand, and opened it. Sure enough, there was Morgan, who presented him with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"Shit, you really are serious about this, aren't you?" Danny asked hesitantly
"You're Goddamned right I am, dawg" Came the reply.
** "Just play along, Danny. Play along." ** Danny thought to himself
"Lord give me strength." He said, taking the flowers from Morgan "You know I never kiss on the first date, right?"
Morgan glanced at the floor and laughed under his breath.
Together they walked back to the kitchen. Morgan sat at the table while Danny returned to his cooking.
"Nice place you got here" Morgan said, looking around the kitchen
"Bullshit, but thank you anyway." Danny replied, not taking his eyes off the stove
"What's for dinner?" Morgan asked, trying to make small talk
"Well. I do hope you like slightly burnt chicken." Danny replied cheerfully, "I guess I kind of lied about being a good cook.."
"It's alright, dawg. I just like being here with you." Morgan replied, smiling
** "You've GOT to be shitting me." ** Danny thought
"That's a nice sentiment. You should write greeting cards, really." He said to Morgan, who was staring dreamily at Danny.
Danny put the radio on, and sat down. They ate dinner and listened to music on the radio for a little while, when all of a sudden a news bulletin interrupted a really irritating car commercial. It said that DNA has proven that a man named Quincy Vaughn is the "Mysterious Kingpin", and that they do not know of his location. They asked for the public's help in catching him, but they should consider him to be considered armed and dangerous.
** "How comforting." ** Danny thought
"I guess you were right about Quincy." Danny said, breaking the silence
"Is that the only thing I was right about?" Morgan asked, running his leg up Danny's suggestively
Danny swallowed hard. He didn't know how to react to this, or if he should keep playing along.
"I. Uh. I don't. Know." He stammered, moving uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's okay, Danny" Morgan said, standing up, "It's okay"
* Danny suddenly had a flashback of his wife dying in the little room in the Salton Sea. As she leaned against the wood-paneled wall, blood streaming down her hair from a gunshot wound inflicted by Morgan himself, she reaches out to Danny and whispers "It's okay. It's okay." *
Danny shakes his head to get rid of the horrible image as Morgan walks around the back of his chair and begins to rub his shoulders. He clenches his teeth together and tries to resist the urge to kill the man who had murdered his wife. Danny's blood boiled with hate as he sat in the chair with Morgan behind him, rubbing his shoulders, but he didn't say anything. He didn't do anything, either. In fact, he realized something that he hadn't before: Even if he COULD kill Morgan right now, he probably wouldn't. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was actually starting to LIKE the bastard.
Morgan ran his hands down over Danny's chest and rested them on his stomach. He put his head on Danny's shoulder, and sighed contentedly.
"You should go." Danny said uncomfortably
"Yeah, I should." Replied Morgan, standing up
Morgan had just about given up on being with Danny as he headed toward the door. He figured that he had made Danny too uncomfortable, and that he didn't have a chance with him. Morgan left the house and walked down the front stairs toward his car, not looking back. He was just going to drive away and never come back, when Danny broke the silence.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Danny asked from the doorway, almost hopefully
Morgan turned toward Danny quickly, and smiled.
"Our first date, and the son-of-a-bitch is 15 minutes late." He thought aloud. "And now I'm talking to myself. What next?"
The doorbell rang, and Danny jumped. He was expecting Morgan, but he was still a little surprised when he actually showed up. He walked over to the door with his apron on, spatula in hand, and opened it. Sure enough, there was Morgan, who presented him with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"Shit, you really are serious about this, aren't you?" Danny asked hesitantly
"You're Goddamned right I am, dawg" Came the reply.
** "Just play along, Danny. Play along." ** Danny thought to himself
"Lord give me strength." He said, taking the flowers from Morgan "You know I never kiss on the first date, right?"
Morgan glanced at the floor and laughed under his breath.
Together they walked back to the kitchen. Morgan sat at the table while Danny returned to his cooking.
"Nice place you got here" Morgan said, looking around the kitchen
"Bullshit, but thank you anyway." Danny replied, not taking his eyes off the stove
"What's for dinner?" Morgan asked, trying to make small talk
"Well. I do hope you like slightly burnt chicken." Danny replied cheerfully, "I guess I kind of lied about being a good cook.."
"It's alright, dawg. I just like being here with you." Morgan replied, smiling
** "You've GOT to be shitting me." ** Danny thought
"That's a nice sentiment. You should write greeting cards, really." He said to Morgan, who was staring dreamily at Danny.
Danny put the radio on, and sat down. They ate dinner and listened to music on the radio for a little while, when all of a sudden a news bulletin interrupted a really irritating car commercial. It said that DNA has proven that a man named Quincy Vaughn is the "Mysterious Kingpin", and that they do not know of his location. They asked for the public's help in catching him, but they should consider him to be considered armed and dangerous.
** "How comforting." ** Danny thought
"I guess you were right about Quincy." Danny said, breaking the silence
"Is that the only thing I was right about?" Morgan asked, running his leg up Danny's suggestively
Danny swallowed hard. He didn't know how to react to this, or if he should keep playing along.
"I. Uh. I don't. Know." He stammered, moving uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's okay, Danny" Morgan said, standing up, "It's okay"
* Danny suddenly had a flashback of his wife dying in the little room in the Salton Sea. As she leaned against the wood-paneled wall, blood streaming down her hair from a gunshot wound inflicted by Morgan himself, she reaches out to Danny and whispers "It's okay. It's okay." *
Danny shakes his head to get rid of the horrible image as Morgan walks around the back of his chair and begins to rub his shoulders. He clenches his teeth together and tries to resist the urge to kill the man who had murdered his wife. Danny's blood boiled with hate as he sat in the chair with Morgan behind him, rubbing his shoulders, but he didn't say anything. He didn't do anything, either. In fact, he realized something that he hadn't before: Even if he COULD kill Morgan right now, he probably wouldn't. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was actually starting to LIKE the bastard.
Morgan ran his hands down over Danny's chest and rested them on his stomach. He put his head on Danny's shoulder, and sighed contentedly.
"You should go." Danny said uncomfortably
"Yeah, I should." Replied Morgan, standing up
Morgan had just about given up on being with Danny as he headed toward the door. He figured that he had made Danny too uncomfortable, and that he didn't have a chance with him. Morgan left the house and walked down the front stairs toward his car, not looking back. He was just going to drive away and never come back, when Danny broke the silence.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Danny asked from the doorway, almost hopefully
Morgan turned toward Danny quickly, and smiled.
