(Danny never really got the attention of anyone in these places. While he was far from ugly, he was also an enigma, and while plenty of girls were eager to flirt with him regardless of what was between his legs, he wasn't all that interested in them. It was fun and he flirted back, but mostly because it was fun to flirt, but when push came to shove, he just didn't like girls that way.
Once they figured it out, they would merely pretend to be sad and then excitedly snatch him up as a plaything for the night, touting him about as one of the girls he sometimes felt mildly offended by this but other nights leaned into it just because it was fun to be around them. Men, on the other hand, rarely approached him. Men cared a lot more about that sort of thing.
Men were kind of intimidating for a slew of reasons. Danny knew all of the stats thanks to Bridget's obsession with reminding the family ever five fucking seconds about the plight of cis men in the world. His mom's disdain for men one could meet at a club or a band meet-up was painfully obvious and sometimes Danny felt bad for his aunt because of it. After their dad left, all of that resentment just got worse and sometimes, he felt a bit like an outsider in his own home because of it.
Men are such assholes- but you don't count Danny, don't worry.
Why didn't he count?
Sometimes it was just nice to get away from it all. But one could never really get away from it. So. Danny was realistic. He danced to music and dressed for himself because he honestly figured he wasn't going to be picked up at one of these places. Even as he slides into the seat next to the unfairly godly specimen of a man, Danny's mind is completely void of any possibility. This guy is well beyond his league. Older, crisper, cooler, unfairly handsome, and Danny could see that he's wealthy. Wealthy people wore their money well even in such simple outfits.
Comparatively, Danny was a gutter rat.
Still, he doesn't shrink away from the man when he talks to him. In fact, he smiles at him, slightly coy, eyes bright with genuine amusement.)
Don't give up just yet. I'm only thirsty. (When the water is brought to him, he thanks the bar staff before taking a few long, deep gulps from his glass. He turns to face Corry entirely, his smile growing wider. He really doubted this guy wanted to keep his attention, but hey, he needed to sit down for a while, so why not humor the guy? He crosses his legs together, leaning his elbow onto the bartop.)
Why don't you get a drink you think I'd like based on my appearance? If it's good, I'll stick around. If it's bad, I'll still stick around, but in an incredibly judgmental sort of way.
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god im already obsessed
Date: 2023-12-31 04:28 am (UTC)Once they figured it out, they would merely pretend to be sad and then excitedly snatch him up as a plaything for the night, touting him about as one of the girls he sometimes felt mildly offended by this but other nights leaned into it just because it was fun to be around them. Men, on the other hand, rarely approached him. Men cared a lot more about that sort of thing.
Men were kind of intimidating for a slew of reasons. Danny knew all of the stats thanks to Bridget's obsession with reminding the family ever five fucking seconds about the plight of cis men in the world. His mom's disdain for men one could meet at a club or a band meet-up was painfully obvious and sometimes Danny felt bad for his aunt because of it. After their dad left, all of that resentment just got worse and sometimes, he felt a bit like an outsider in his own home because of it.
Men are such assholes- but you don't count Danny, don't worry.
Why didn't he count?
Sometimes it was just nice to get away from it all. But one could never really get away from it. So. Danny was realistic. He danced to music and dressed for himself because he honestly figured he wasn't going to be picked up at one of these places. Even as he slides into the seat next to the unfairly godly specimen of a man, Danny's mind is completely void of any possibility. This guy is well beyond his league. Older, crisper, cooler, unfairly handsome, and Danny could see that he's wealthy. Wealthy people wore their money well even in such simple outfits.
Comparatively, Danny was a gutter rat.
Still, he doesn't shrink away from the man when he talks to him. In fact, he smiles at him, slightly coy, eyes bright with genuine amusement.)
Don't give up just yet. I'm only thirsty. (When the water is brought to him, he thanks the bar staff before taking a few long, deep gulps from his glass. He turns to face Corry entirely, his smile growing wider. He really doubted this guy wanted to keep his attention, but hey, he needed to sit down for a while, so why not humor the guy? He crosses his legs together, leaning his elbow onto the bartop.)
Why don't you get a drink you think I'd like based on my appearance? If it's good, I'll stick around. If it's bad, I'll still stick around, but in an incredibly judgmental sort of way.