Wanna Beer? - RP Post
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Nina sighed, running a hand through her hair as she stared at Danny over the bottles of beer. There were several on her kitchen counter between the two of them, and she had a feeling that he had had more than she did. Danny looked up at her, his face a silent question as to what character flaw she was referring to, and she raised an eyebrow, "SVU? Are you asking for a burn out?"
"Only place they would take me," he muttered. "Everyone wants to work everywhere else. Nobody wants to work SVU."
He had come over after he finished his shift, looking more out of place than he usually did. She had a feeling that something had happened, but she didn't push, just let him in and handed him a bottle without even thinking. It may not have been the smartest move she ever made. In fact she probably should have taken him out to a bar, somewhere public, where she could shove him in a cab at the end of the night and send him home, but she didn't. Didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time, because Danny seemed like he needed to talk, and no matter how drunk you got him, he didn't just spill his guts in public.
"Yeah, well--they shoulda known better," she sighed, taking another sip of her beer. "With your track record, you plus SVU is a disaster waiting to happen."
"So what, Nina, they should have just not given me a job?" he asked, holding out his hands, as if offering to let her take her shot. "Besides--I've gotten better this year. Nothing too--major. Other than the whole Irish Mob thing."
She smirked, "Oh yeah. Other than that you were practically docile. Then again, there was the whole other sleeping-with-your-coworkers thing."
"'ey!" he protested, looking up at her and returning the smirk. "I was drunk, and got caught up in the moment. And she started it."
"That's not what Flack says," Nina said, teasing. He knew she was teasing too, but he kept taking the bait.
"Flack doesn't know what the 'ell he's talkin' about," Danny replied, rolling his eyes. "And since when do you talk to Flack?"
"Ran into him somewhere, we got to chattin'," Nina said, finishing off her beer. "You and that tech from Montana came up."
"Well, that doesn't really matter any more," Danny sighed, picking up his beer bottle again. "She's long gone anyway."
"That's what they tell me," Nina nodded. "Back to Montana." She paused for a minute before the smirk quirked up the side of her face again. "What are you going to do with your pool table?"
Danny's eyes widened and he glared at her, "Now I definitely didn't tell Flack that. Where'd you get that from?"
"I will not reveal my sources," she grinned, starting to clear up the beer bottles. Danny shook his head and she sat back down again, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watched him. "They miss you, you know. Flack and Maka have both asked about you, as what they should tell everyone else. You should give 'em a call. Let them know you're still alive."
Danny shrugged, fixing his eyes on the wrapper of the beer bottle, "Maybe. When I get around to it."
Nina nodded, before smacking him on the shoulder lightly as she took his beer. "You should get some sleep. Couch is ready when you are."
She could hear the grin on his face, even though she wasn't looking at him. "I don't get to stay with you?"
"Keep up stuff like that, and you'll be sleeping in the hallway," she replied, giving him a look and he grinned good-naturedly before making his way into her living room.
"Find," he sighed, "Couch it is."
"Only place they would take me," he muttered. "Everyone wants to work everywhere else. Nobody wants to work SVU."
He had come over after he finished his shift, looking more out of place than he usually did. She had a feeling that something had happened, but she didn't push, just let him in and handed him a bottle without even thinking. It may not have been the smartest move she ever made. In fact she probably should have taken him out to a bar, somewhere public, where she could shove him in a cab at the end of the night and send him home, but she didn't. Didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time, because Danny seemed like he needed to talk, and no matter how drunk you got him, he didn't just spill his guts in public.
"Yeah, well--they shoulda known better," she sighed, taking another sip of her beer. "With your track record, you plus SVU is a disaster waiting to happen."
"So what, Nina, they should have just not given me a job?" he asked, holding out his hands, as if offering to let her take her shot. "Besides--I've gotten better this year. Nothing too--major. Other than the whole Irish Mob thing."
She smirked, "Oh yeah. Other than that you were practically docile. Then again, there was the whole other sleeping-with-your-coworkers thing."
"'ey!" he protested, looking up at her and returning the smirk. "I was drunk, and got caught up in the moment. And she started it."
"That's not what Flack says," Nina said, teasing. He knew she was teasing too, but he kept taking the bait.
"Flack doesn't know what the 'ell he's talkin' about," Danny replied, rolling his eyes. "And since when do you talk to Flack?"
"Ran into him somewhere, we got to chattin'," Nina said, finishing off her beer. "You and that tech from Montana came up."
"Well, that doesn't really matter any more," Danny sighed, picking up his beer bottle again. "She's long gone anyway."
"That's what they tell me," Nina nodded. "Back to Montana." She paused for a minute before the smirk quirked up the side of her face again. "What are you going to do with your pool table?"
Danny's eyes widened and he glared at her, "Now I definitely didn't tell Flack that. Where'd you get that from?"
"I will not reveal my sources," she grinned, starting to clear up the beer bottles. Danny shook his head and she sat back down again, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watched him. "They miss you, you know. Flack and Maka have both asked about you, as what they should tell everyone else. You should give 'em a call. Let them know you're still alive."
Danny shrugged, fixing his eyes on the wrapper of the beer bottle, "Maybe. When I get around to it."
Nina nodded, before smacking him on the shoulder lightly as she took his beer. "You should get some sleep. Couch is ready when you are."
She could hear the grin on his face, even though she wasn't looking at him. "I don't get to stay with you?"
"Keep up stuff like that, and you'll be sleeping in the hallway," she replied, giving him a look and he grinned good-naturedly before making his way into her living room.
"Find," he sighed, "Couch it is."