After Lacey agreed to spend the night, Danny prepared them both some midnight snacks and they talked about nothing while crushing a bottle of wine. Before they retreated into the comfort of Danny's bed to resume their festivities, they decided showers were needed.
Lacey pushed Danny to go first so they wouldn't get sidetracked in there together and would actually get cleaned up. While Danny was in the bathroom, Lacey sat on his bed and texted Phoebe the update, wanting to confirm her friend was safe and happy.
Phoebe wasn't thrilled that Lacey was staying at Danny's, however, she got over it pretty quickly gushing about currently being snuggled up with Cole and his roommate, watching movies together. They agreed to catch up together the next day and bust out the homework and laundry they were supposed to be doing tonight.
Lacey pulled out a change of clothes from the drawer Danny had pointed her to before he had hopped into the shower, finding the softest t-shirt and some SU shorts.
Lacey wasn't generally a dishonest person, but the unknowns about Danny intrigued her. What was he into? She could hear Danny still fully involved in the shower and took the opportunity to pull open a few of his other drawers, just a peek wouldn't hurt she thought to herself.
Socks, underwear, undershirts, pajamas and impressively, an entire drawer of neatly rolled neckties and belts. What was she missing? Was he really this regular, perfect guy? She giggled a little realizing she was actually disappointed by not finding anything. No whips, no handcuffs.
Lacey knew that Regina was jealous of their connection and likely would have said anything to try and shake her away from Danny, but even Danny himself had told Lacey that he was into weird shit. What the hell was it?
As Lacey quietly slid his last drawer closed, she wandered over to Danny's closet. It wasn't very big, one bar maybe four feet wide, with a shelf above. Sweaters and hoodies were neatly folded along the top shelf, suits, jackets, pants and dress shirts hung on the bar below. At the bottom of the closet were several pairs of shoes and sneakers, all lined up in a tidy row.
Lacey realized that she no longer heard the shower and panicked. She rushed to close the closet door, jumping when she found Danny standing right behind it wrapped in a towel.
"OH, Jesus! You scared me—" Lacey laughed nervously and grabbed her chest.
"Looking for something?" Danny pinned her with a dark, intense stare—still playful she noted.
Lacey's face relaxed a little from her nervous laughter, still a bit shaken at getting busted, "I um—I was looking for a towel." She lied smoothly.
Danny pulled his towel off and used it to help dry his hair a bit before pulling on some clean underwear. Lacey couldn't keep her eyes off of his beautiful body.
"Clean towels are in the bathroom." He smirked at her open admiration of him.
Lacey gave Danny a nod and scooted past him into the bathroom. Something about his private life still gave her pause, even after finding nothing out of ordinary in his bedroom, Lacey decided she wasn't done snooping.
She stepped into the shower, making quick work of cleaning herself up. Once she was finished, Lacey left the water running and tiptoed out silently. She dried off before carefully opening the linen closet finding toilet paper, soaps, shampoos, towels in different sizes and a stockpile of sealed boxes of condoms.
Under the sink was more of the same, a shave kit, bathroom cleaners, sponges, trash bags and laundry soap. Lacey stood and looked at herself in the mirror, what was she doing? Wasting the time she could be snuggling with Danny by trying to find out things he wasn't comfortable offering up yet. She walked over and turned the water off before wiping out the shower and tossing her towel into the laundry bin.
Lacey pulled on Danny's clothes and glanced back at the mirror, doing a double take as she realized it was also a medicine cabinet. Her adrenaline spiked for a moment and she got butterflies. A person's medicine cabinet was really a super personal thing. She bit her lip and stepped up quietly, taking a deep breath before pulling it open.
Bandaids, floss, tooth paste, tooth brush, tweezers. She picked up the things she couldn't immediately identify, discovering aspirin, Neosporin and a prescription bottle.
The classic see-through orange prescription bottle had no label. Lacey tried to look through it, squinting as she realized it had what looked like a bunch of different pills inside.
She was a second away from opening the bottle when Danny knocked on the door. The knock startled Lacey enough that she involuntarily jerked her hand, turning the pill bottle into a maraca. The sound of the pills inside seemed to be amplified in the small space, perfect.
"Shit—" Lacey held her breath to try to steady her emotions, did he hear the bottle rattle?
"Hey, Lacey, do you want another drink? I have more wine or I have rum and a bunch of juice I could throw together—" Danny offered through the door, not giving her any indication he could hear her pawing through his things.
"The rum sounds fun, surprise me."
Lacey heard Danny head back downstairs so she took the opportunity and opened the bottle to get a closer look at the pills inside. There were approximately twenty pills inside, all different shapes and each one was a different color. Molly? They certainly looked like Molly pills. Was this the shit he was into?
She twisted the cap back on, slid out of the bathroom and nervously paced next to Danny's bed. What else was she not seeing? Lacey quickly dropped to her knees and took a look under his bed, finding absolutely nothing underneath. Damn he was such a clean guy.
Lacey heard Danny coming back up the stairs and slid into his bed like it had been her trajectory all along.
"Alright, this drink is for you—"
Danny reached to hand her a large tumbler with a cap and a straw, settling in next to her with his own. Why was it in a sealed cup? Lacey's anxiety washed over her again and she couldn't shake it. Would he really drug her?
"Now I don't normally eat or drink in bed so please be careful, I don't want to haul this bed set to the laundromat any more than I have to."
Danny smiled and took a long sip, his kind eyes confusing Lacey's current speculation and making her even more uncomfortable. She licked her lips and hesitated, eventually setting the cup down on the nightstand beside her.
Danny cocked his head to the side, "You're not even going to try it? It's guava and mango juice—did you want the wine instead?" He thumbed over his shoulder, a second away from dashing back downstairs to make her happy.
"No, no I'm fine. Thanks." She gave him a nervous grin, not quite connecting with him.
Danny watched Lacey battle with something major, "Hey." He waited for her to look at him, "Did I do something?"
Not yet, she thought, her paranoia now too high to ignore. Lacey knew she either needed to say something or get the hell out of there.
"No, I just—"
She slipped out of the bed and paced, hoping the decision would come to her when she wasn't in such close proximity to him. Danny stood up then too, worried about Lacey's level of sudden—fear?
"What's wrong?" He asked carefully, keeping his distance.
Danny's voice was kind, sweet. Something about it relaxed her and she decided to just say it.
"Do you—do you like to drug women? Is that what you're into?"