Steve sipped his second (or was it third? Whatever it was, it wasn't nearly enough) of red wine, righting the urge to gulp it. He couldn't believe how many people were here. He couldn't possibly keep all the names straight; he'd lost track after Danny's sisters and their families. "I thought this was supposed to be a family dinner," he said to Danny.
"Babe, this is my family," Danny replied.
Steve was shocked. "But there must be 25 or 30 people here, not counting us. I thought you only had two sisters."
"I do," Danny said, "but we're Italian. Family means aunts and uncles and cousins, too."
Steve looked around at the gathered crowd and suddenly felt like there wasn't enough wine in the world to deal with all the people. He held out his glass to Danny. "I think I need another drink."
A/N: Just a little snippet of the "family" dinner. I was going to make it longer, but it just didn't want to be. Sue 2556 mentioned that there probably wasn't enough liquid fortitude for Steve to cope, and I ran with that. ;)