And it's been the best night of my life...

[verymodelof]

Danny hits the door at a run.

He doesn't slow down until he's a good way into the Inn, and then he skids to a halt, a tiny slip of paper in his hand.

"No," he says, a little disbelieving. "No, no, no, no, noDisbelief is slowly growing to horror

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[omniscient_pa]

"That's probably not good for your head. I don't think you'll be able to produce the show if you have a concussion. Though some people might call it an improvement."

Oh, look. Suzanne. Who is mildly bitter and cranky about being stuck.

She came in a couple weeks ago, don't mind her.

[verymodelof]

"I don't care about the show right now." It's a rare day that that phrase leaves Danny's mouth. He doesn't move from the door, just stands there, leaning his head against it. This is just asking for someone to open it in his face.

It takes him a moment to think and add, "Also, my head is fine."

Okay, it hurts, but he'll get over it.

[omniscient_pa]

Suzanne gets up with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, and walks over to Danny. "Let me see."

She allows him to ignore her for a few seconds, then crosses her arms and gives him a look.

"Danny, let me see."

[verymodelof]

Danny's still facing the door with his eyes closed, but he can tell from Suzanne's tone just what look she's giving him. With a sigh, he steps away from the door and turns around to look at her.

"My head's fine," he repeats firmly, as if by saying it he can make it true.

[nbs_chairman]

"This place has great timing, doesn't it?"

Hello, slightly intoxicated Jack.

[verymodelof]

Danny jumps away from the door and whirls around. Jack! Alright, he's not going to question why Jack is here right now. Other things to talk about.

"Jack! I've gotta talk to Jordan!"

Because Jack has magical door-opening powers.

[nbs_chairman]

That better not be a jab at four years ago. Why can't people let things go?

"Oh yeah? Really? Well why don't I call her up on my cell phone..." he digs into his pocket for that little flippy thing of electronic machinery. "And... Oh, that's right. We're in a Bar at the end of the freaking universe, where, I might add, there isn't a phone connection."

[verymodelof]

Matt and Danny let nothing go. It's in their nature. They work in television.

Danny stares at Jack for a minute as he pulls out his phone. Alright, clearly he's not going to be able to rely on him for help here. "Yeah, I found that out the hard way."

Danny is standing here at the bar of the end of the universe with the chairman of NBS, when he should, be all rights, be finding Jordan McDeere and... kissing her or something. He just had to stop to consider the wrongness of that for a second. Moving on.

"What happened to you?"

[nofightingbears]

After terrorizing Will Kyo rushes over Danny, hiding behind him.

The small ginger cat smells like alcohol, and is laughing breathlessly.

[mogget_cat]

A larger, amber-stained white cat follows, swerving through the forest of chair- and table-legs before picking up speed as he reaches the open space near the door.

That may be the reason why a cat just slammed into the backs of Danny's ankles.

[verymodelof]

Danny doesn't move for a second. And then he remembers that there was a poisonous snake loose in the building, and it could have followed him in, and jumps about a foot in the air. Never mind that a snake... probably wouldn't collide with his ankles in the exact way a cat would. Fear doesn't work that way.

And then he looks down and feels suddenly very silly, though no less panicked at being locked in here at this exact moment.

[nofightingbears]

Kyo pounces upward, expecting to be caught. "SAVE ME FROM THE WHITE ONE!"