That Green Gentleman or: Wednesday Is For Campfires
I blame 
calico_jane for this, okay? I do. Because she pointed out a typo to me, and it digressed into a discussion about Stoned!5-0. It would be beautiful, so beautiful!
So, say, it’s Wednesday and Steve is feeling restless because the first two days of the week passed without any shootings, people dangling off buildings, cars driven through gates etc. This logically leads to raiding some shady locale, but all they find is a pile of weed, an impressive pile of weed, fine, and this is clearly not fun enough for Steve, this is clearly a disappointment. He treats Danny’s explanation that weed is bad, okay, weed is the beginning of the end and today a stoner, tomorrow a cocaine addict-anyway, Steve treats Danny’s well-intended explanation with a dismissive glance and off they go. Kono lights the pile mostly to shut them up (and a tiny bit because it seems like a fun idea).
This obviously leads to the fumes making them all just a little light-headed, comfortably loose, enough so that it sounds like a good idea to group around the burning weed and make sure the fire doesn’t go out by feeding it with paper and a chair Steve broke when he barged in, and Chin finds a bottle of whiskey and a guitar, and it’s all just an awesome family moment in a rathole that can only improve if most of it burns down.
Fade to Steve sprawled and totally relaxed, draped halfway across Danny’s lap while Danny absently pets his hair and goes off on a drowsy tangent about kittens and frogs because there was a frog in Danny’s apartment the day before and it kept staring at him, kind of intense, man, what is it with those frogs here, what is it with you people here?
And Steve merely hums and tightens his arm around Danny’s waist, mumbling something unintelligible that sounds like “babe” and “Danno” converged into one word while Chin and Kono giggle in a corner about Lord knows what.
This entry was cross-posted to Dreamwidth.
calico_jane for this, okay? I do. Because she pointed out a typo to me, and it digressed into a discussion about Stoned!5-0. It would be beautiful, so beautiful!
So, say, it’s Wednesday and Steve is feeling restless because the first two days of the week passed without any shootings, people dangling off buildings, cars driven through gates etc. This logically leads to raiding some shady locale, but all they find is a pile of weed, an impressive pile of weed, fine, and this is clearly not fun enough for Steve, this is clearly a disappointment. He treats Danny’s explanation that weed is bad, okay, weed is the beginning of the end and today a stoner, tomorrow a cocaine addict-anyway, Steve treats Danny’s well-intended explanation with a dismissive glance and off they go. Kono lights the pile mostly to shut them up (and a tiny bit because it seems like a fun idea).
This obviously leads to the fumes making them all just a little light-headed, comfortably loose, enough so that it sounds like a good idea to group around the burning weed and make sure the fire doesn’t go out by feeding it with paper and a chair Steve broke when he barged in, and Chin finds a bottle of whiskey and a guitar, and it’s all just an awesome family moment in a rathole that can only improve if most of it burns down.
Fade to Steve sprawled and totally relaxed, draped halfway across Danny’s lap while Danny absently pets his hair and goes off on a drowsy tangent about kittens and frogs because there was a frog in Danny’s apartment the day before and it kept staring at him, kind of intense, man, what is it with those frogs here, what is it with you people here?
And Steve merely hums and tightens his arm around Danny’s waist, mumbling something unintelligible that sounds like “babe” and “Danno” converged into one word while Chin and Kono giggle in a corner about Lord knows what.
This entry was cross-posted to Dreamwidth.