trading stories l for dannymesser

[knew_youdlikeit]

Xander Harris wasn't a picnic guy but when asked what he wanted to do, the originally sarcastic option seemed oddly plausible. So, Central Park was the plan, a cliche little red riding hood basket sat next to a black blanket Xander had set down in the grass. It had taken five tries to finally lay it down completely flat

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[dannymesser]

Danny had told Xander to pick the spot for them to meet since he was okay with just about anywhere. While he had plenty of stories of his own to tell, what he didn't know is that none of them would compare to the stories Xander would be telling him.

He'd stood in front of his mirror for what was much longer than he usually did making sure that his jeans hung at just the right place off of his hips, his white tank visible under his sapphire blue button down. Once he was satisfied he pulled on his chucks and headed to the park.

The worst habit Danny had was being on time. He was almost always late no matter where he was going. Work seemed to be the only place he made it to on time, at least the majority of the time. Hopping off the subway train, he made it the couple blocks to the park, looking around for Xander and smiling when he saw him stretched out on a blanket, looking like he was asleep.

"Time to wake up. Yer in a no sleeping zone." he teased once he'd reached him.

[knew_youdlikeit]

He was not sleeping. Okay, he was on the verge of a cat nap, but Danny stood above him and his eyes were semi-open. Now, they were all the way open. He thought about pulling himself to his feet, shaking the man's hand but that wouldn't have accomplished anything.

"Well, sit on down then and keep me awake," he said, sliding to the left before grabbing the basket and setting it on his lap.

Giving Danny a good once-over he was distracted for just a second, impressed with what he was seeing before digging into the basket. He pulled out the one and cups because if Xander was one thing, it was classy.

"You like red?" he asked, holding the bottle up.

[dannymesser]

Danny smiled and sat down, stretching out his legs and looking over at Xander and the basket, his sunglasses making it easy for him to look at the other man without being obvious. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him off.

Danny was impressed. He knew nothing about wine other than choosing red or white and he looked over the top of his shades and nodded. "Yeah, red's my favorite." He wasn't a huge wine drinker but he did like it from time to time.

[knew_youdlikeit]

"Sit down," he said, then, setting down the cups and pouring wine into each. He set one down in front of where Danny sat down before digging back into the basket. "Ham sandwiches okay for you? Or, I have pastrami -- and corned beef," he said, eyes downward.

"I wanted you to have choices," he answered, semi-truthfully. He really couldn't decide, himself, so he had gotten all of the above.