Let's get down to business

[first_rule]

If Daniel had thought the last year had been a whirlwind, it was nothing like all that changed the moment they stood before Dylan in the park. A lifetime of hardwork, a year of risking prison and failure, and now he had come to the pinnacle of all he had ever wanted.

And it wasn't even close to over yet. Packing wasn't hard, and leaving behind his life had already been done. They had no idea where they were going, or what was coming next.

He did know that McKinney didn't stop making whatever sound that was at the ungodly hour of not even four in the morning, and he was about ready to scream if the coffee maker didn't go faster.

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[first_rule]

"The important part is we're first," he said, smirking at her. "Well, I'll be first, and you'll be up there. McKinney might fight to keep up but, you know, we can help him."

Yep, that was being entirely helpful, wasn't it?

[the_highpriestess]

"Okay, seriously, Danny? I'm pretty sure first has lost all meaning, now." Which was to say, no, he wasn't being terribly helpful, and she made a face at him, that in mind.

[first_rule]

"Only because you haven't had coffee," he noted, as if that changed everything and was why it had happened rather than his words.

"Could just eat the beans."

[the_highpriestess]

"That might have something to do with it." Never mind the fact that she doubted all the bullshit that had come out of his mouth a moment before would have made any more sense with. That might have been the caffeine withdrawal talking, too, however. "And trust me, I'm tempted."

A beat. "I get why you were making grumpy cat faces at the coffeemaker now."

[first_rule]

"I lived on chocolate covered beans on long night jobs," he admitted, considering those days before they were famous and then infamous.

He grabbed a much, smirking as he poured himself a cup... and then pushed it over towards her before moving to grab one for himself.

[the_highpriestess]

Henley couldn't say she wasn't surprised when he pushed the cup over to her -- pleasantly surprised, mind you, but still surprised. So much so that it earned Daniel a warm little smile when the look faded and as she reached for the cup.

"Thanks, Danny."

[first_rule]

"You're welcome," he murmured, smiling at her as he took a sip of his own drink. "I can be cranky and take care of my favorite girl at the same time."

He paused, knowing it was cheesy and unable not to add, "Course, you're the only girl here but you're welcome," he teased.

[the_highpriestess]

"And nailed it," Henley offered, along with a roll of her eyes. Never mind the fact that her smile had returned. She wasn't taken by the cheap jokes. Not at all.

[first_rule]

"Well, you're still the prettiest. Even if we put Jack in a wig," he added, leaning back against the counter and inhaling the fumes of his coffee.

[the_highpriestess]

"He'd probably look better in it than that thing that died on your face," she shot back, referring to the fake moustache he'd worn during their car chase with Dylan. She was also teasing rather than genuinely trying to get under his skin. They were doing well, today, so it was all in good fun.

She hoped it lasted.

[first_rule]

"Hey. I never wanted to look like a bad video game star," he teased, thinking about Mario and Luigi. "But it worked. Besides, I kept it. You can wear it next time,' she teased.

Things were good and he liked it. There had never been hope he could have her back in his life, or have any of this. Daniel had ever plan to fight for it.

[the_highpriestess]

"Wow, no thanks," Henley answered, making a face into her coffee as she took a sip. Once she'd swallowed and perhaps a bit more seriously, she asked, "Where did you even get that thing in the first place?"

And then less seriously, "Cut up one of Merritt's old toupees?"

She glanced towards the door she'd come in, that said, as if she expected Merritt to suddenly appear. She -- well. She hadn't meant anything by it, just remembered the promo photos she'd seen from his original run, after they'd all come together, and couldn't help herself. The hair he'd had then had been something of a nightmare. And did she mention she hoped he hadn't overhead that? She wasn't looking to accidentally hurt his feelings in busting his and Daniel's balls.

[first_rule]

"You'd probably look good in a handlebar one," he teased, though it was likely true. "I had it in a trunk," he admitted. "Just one of those things to keep on hand. People focus on it and not the hands," he admitted, which made the reason for carrying it make more sense.

He laughed at that, giving her a look. "Would I put something from his head on my face? You really are making that accussation?"

[the_highpriestess]

She didn't grace the handlebar comment with a response, just rolled her eyes, before popping one shoulder in a shrug. Okay, yeah, that made sense, and --

And then she was laughing, too, at the question. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

[first_rule]

"Don't even go there. I cope with him. I kind of don't hate him," he said. "That is just about all there is," he said, rolling his eyes.

[the_highpriestess]

"And yet you're still going." Never mind the fact that she'd probably be poking at him just as much if he'd declined comment. It was kind of a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation and she was taking far too much amusement from it.

[first_rule]

"Next time I'm drinking all the coffee myself," he said, making a face at her. "You all packed?"

[the_highpriestess]

"Uh huh," she answered, disbelieving.

Another sip of her coffee followed, and as she lowered it, she nodded. "Pretty much, yeah. I need to take another lap around the suite and make sure you three didn't leave, like, your shampoo in the shower or whatever, but other than that?"

Yeah, she was packed.

[first_rule]

"I will. I will hoard it and make you beg," he said, trying to sound as smug as he looked. "Wait, I like the sound of that," he admitted, canting his head as if thinking about that.

"I never leave my shampoo in the shower. Do you know how much I pay for what it takes for this," he asked, running his fingers through his hair. "And like McKinney has any."

[the_highpriestess]

"You get that, where ever we end up going, there's probably a Starbucks on every block, right? So, you might be kind of shit out of luck on the begging thing." Especially if he was going to be disgusting about it and regardless of whether or not he was kidding. She'd turned Merritt down for the same thing, after all.

"And Merritt's got enough hair to warrant shampoo." A beat. "So does Jack."

[first_rule]

"Do you know how sad it is we could go into an entirely different realm and there's probably a Starbucks?" Which wasn't entirely a joke. Okay, it was a tiny bit of a joke. He leaned in, nudging her with his shoulder. "My coffee is better."

He gave her a look. "I didn't say Jack didn't. He just doesn't have the concerns I do," he said, touseling his curls.

[the_highpriestess]

"Can you make a Skinny Carmel Macchiato?" Because that was the only way he'd ever be able to beat Starbucks completely.

Regardless, she nudged him back gently, before, in all seriousness, asking, "Speaking of. Is it just the shampoo, or do you have to have that professionally straightened?" Last time they were together, he'd all but had a fro for how poofy it was, after all.

[first_rule]

"No, because I didn't work there, or pretend to even know what you're going on about," he said, smirking and being more than amused by himself. Mostly in teasing her. "If it's that important to you, I will learn then," he offered.

"We are not talking about the hair back then," he warned her. "It's a rule. A law. Something." He smirked a tiny bit though. "Maybe it's magic," he said, taking another sip of his coffee.

[the_highpriestess]

"It's not that hard," she tells him. "It's more about having the stuff you need for it than anything else, which we can probably grab whenever we get ... where ever we're going."

As long as there was a supermarket nearby and maybe a Bed, Bath and Beyond so she could pick up and espresso machine, they'd be good. She dismissed that thought for the time being, however, in favor of nudging him again.

"Maybe salon magic." A beat. "And we're totally talking about the hair. I might even print out a couple of pictures from back then and hang them up, where ever we end up. I think Merritt and Jack need the whole White Guy Fro experience."

Never mind the fact that Jack had probably already seen Daniel's hair, back then, what with his interest in him before they'd even met.

[first_rule]

"Yeah, I'll get right on making you a soy mocha nonfat caramel whatever the hell ever," he said, rolling his eyes at her. "Do you get sequins in those drinks?"

Yep, if she was touching the hair, he was going after the sequins.

"No. No they do not. No one needs to have a return of that, Henley. I worked hard to overcome that look, and you will spare me McKinney never shutting up about it," he said, almost as if it was a command. Then he blinked at her, all puppy dog eyes. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

He wasn't great at puppy dog eyes, dammit.