circle7 | 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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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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