“Basement apartment,” he said. “Cheap digs and I’m not exactly complaining about the lack of natural light. It’s loud on street level but I could sleep through a nuke.” Daniel adjusted the strap of his watch. He hadn’t cared much for telling time when he was alive, but since it meant the difference between a nice long nap and a fiery personal inferno, he was trying to turn over a new leaf.
“Hey… what’s a good club if I wanted to… take a girl out? Dancing,” he clarified.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing having Theresa around. The female perspective without the snark. No way in hell he’d ask Deanna a question like that, especially now that he knew she tried to get up Holly’s skirt.
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on 2013-09-04 02:48 am (UTC)“Hey… what’s a good club if I wanted to… take a girl out? Dancing,” he clarified.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing having Theresa around. The female perspective without the snark. No way in hell he’d ask Deanna a question like that, especially now that he knew she tried to get up Holly’s skirt.