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you shouldn't take old men seriously

Since the first day that they'd met, Danny couldn't stand Viana. Danny wasn't normally so quick to hate people, but since she'd given him a knee between the legs before a "hello," he'd made a special exception. Since then, he'd lost track of how many times she'd socked him in the jaw, pistol whipped him, kicked him in the balls, or pushed him down the stairs. (Actually, he did remember the last one, it was only once.) When he'd complained to the Boss for the thousandth time, he'd just given Danny a pat on the back and said "She's only flirting with you!"

Now while any normal person would regard the Boss's statement as teasing in itself, Danny took it to heart. W-Was that really true?! All this time Danny thought Viana was just a hot-tempered bitch, was it really just her way of expressing her feelings? That had to be it! No one would act as crazy as she did otherwise. And that's when he decided: He'd be a man and ask her out.

The biggest problem was timing. He didn't want to ask her when her brother was there, but it wasn't often that the two of them were separated. So he did what any smart guy would do... and hid around a corner and waited for her to come out of her room.

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Nope. She really was just a hot-tempered bitch.

Viana left her room rather casually, having no idea of what was in store for her today, of all days. She turned around and shouted something into the room, in a language Danny couldn't understand, and would likely not be able to understand even if he were stuck in its native country with a translator, before turning around, allowing the door to close behind her. She certainly didn't look the part of blushing lovestruck maiden - not with her hair tied haphazardly on top of her head, hands in her pockets, and chewing noisily on some piece of gum.

Oblivious, she headed towards the corner Danny was hiding behind.

When he heard the door to Viana's room open, he glanced quickly around the corner and jerked back behind it just as fast when he saw her flash of purple hair. He suddenly felt his pulse thumping in his ears and had to close his eyes a moment to collect himself. Calm down, calm down, calm down. As her heard her nearing his hiding place he took a deep breath, ran a hand through his slicked back hair, and stepped out from behind the corner about two inches from where Viana was.

"Shit! Ah--! Hi." Smooth. Like Mountain Dew.

Edited 2010-03-24 16:41 (UTC)

Viana didn't even shrink back at the sudden invasion of personal space - perhaps Danny just posed so little of a threat that she didn't even feel the breach. Instead, she just stared Danny down (despite being shorter), and popped the bubblegum bubble she had been blowing, chomping down on it with white, sharp teeth. That should've been the first warning. "Hi," she answered, tone deadpan and severely unimpressed at having her path blocked. "Can you move?"

That should've been the second.

Danny took a step back, though without any intention of getting out of Viana's way. If anything, he probably couldn't stand being that close to her. (The only times their bodies had actually touched involved intense pain on his part.) As he searched for something to say, his mind suddenly went blank. Perhaps he should have practiced this before jumping right into it.

"Um.. Are you.. er.. busy?"

She seems to brighten a little at the question. "Oh, Boss has a job for me?" Because the only reason Danny would otherwise voluntarily put himself in this sort of position had to be some sort of errand. Viana didn't even consider another explanation. It just had to be that. "What does he need me t'do?"

"What? No." This came out a little more 'What are you, stupid?' than he'd intended, but then again, he hadn't even thought before opening his mouth. Either way, he took her answer to mean that she wasn't busy.

And once again his mouth moved way faster than was good for his health, "Hey. Go out with me."

One eye twitched. "To do what," she prompted impatiently, hand clasping into a fist. Danny was getting on her nerves; why wouldn't he just get to the point already if there was an assignment?!

"Um." Danny hadn't figured that it'd be that hard for Viana to understand the meaning behind his statement, but he was happy to clarify it for her. He stuck his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans, giving a slight shrug. "Dinner?"

Viana stared at him for a second, eyes narrowing slowly. That should have been the last and final warning. She took a step back, both hands tightening, before drawing her arm back and letting her knuckles fly straight at Danny's nose.

Danny's eyes widened as he saw Viana's fist heading straight for his face but was a second too slow to react. He stumbled backwards as her knuckles collided with his nose, giving a painful cry as he reached to cover his face. This didn't prove to have much use though, as the blood that began pouring out of his nose escaped through the cracks in his fingers. He turned to Viana in disbelief and it was obvious that there were tears in his eyes. "W-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?"

Viana stared down at him from all her five-foot-something glory, over the bridge of her nose. She was shaking her fingers out, like she didn't even want the idea of contact to stay on her skin. She answered disdainfully, wiping the back of her hand on the side of her pants. "For your stupid questions. I don't have time to babysit you," she said, even though she had just told him she wasn't busy. "Go make out with your dog, or something."

"What the hell?!" Danny stared up at her before actually having the sense to pick himself up from the floor, wiping some of the blood off his lips with his palm. The look on his face was a mix of utter bewilderment and intense pain, though both were for a perfectly good reason considering his mindset. "Aren't you the one who likes me?!"

This time, she doesn't even step forward. She just leans back, raising a leg to jam her foot into his lower stomach (about an inch or two before doing some real damage to all future lines of Garamond). "What kind of shit were you inhaling to make you think that?"

Danny coughed (blood splattering everywhere as a result), grabbing his stomach as he sank to his knees. "W-Why the fuck else are you always so violent with me?!"

Looked like she was really just a hot-tempered bitch after al.

She looked impressed, actually. She hadn't ever made someone cough blood just from a weak punch and kick (not even after a series of them). Either she had grown stronger, or Danny had the constitution of a twig. Viana wiped some of the blood off her knee in distaste, wiping the dirty hand off on Danny's shoulder afterward (wasn't her mess, after all). "I just don't like you," she said, plainly. "You're just so..."

Well, Viana would probably be disappointed when she realized that the projectile blood was actually blood from his nose that had gotten into his mouth. Even Danny wasn't quite that weak. He made a horrified face as she wiped his hand onto his shirt, which was obviously designer and probably cost more than anything Viana had bought in her entire life. "W-What the hell are you doing?! You're such a bitch!"

"It's not my blood," Viana said, in a tone that clearly also said, That is so obvious why are you so stupid. Her entire closet and personal belongings probably didn't even match up to the price tag on Danny's current outfit, or the amount for dry cleaning his little shirt was going to need, either. That thought made her smile.

"Y-You're paying for the dry cleaning." Danny winced as he looked up at her, one eye shut halfway in pain. God, he looked like he'd just been in the middle of a street brawl. If he was a more vengeful guy (or had some sense), he probably would have hired someone to take care of her.

Her foot raises again, the sole of the boot stopping an inch from the top of Danny's head, just hovering there, right above his face. "No, I'm not," she answered, a statement without much room for argument.

Danny narrowed his other eye now, his glance squinting at the boot in front of his face. "I hope you get shot."

Viana just laughed at that, lowering her foot, but not without 'mistakenly' grazing his forehead with the toe of the shoe first. "Someday, probably, but not today." Slipping her hands back in her pockets, she glanced down at him, like how one would spare a fleeting second of attention at some harmless pet. "Is that all? I'm going to get going then."

Danny managed to get back on his feet again, taking a few steps back so that he was out of Viana's range. "Yeah, well. Those shorts make you look fat and purple's not your color at all!"

And with that he dashed down the hallway before she could even respond. Real mature, Danny. Real mature.

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