The Dive – Thread 2 (Fenced Patio)

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel sat on a picnic table and watched people meander on and off the fenced patio. The band was loud enough to enjoy outside. A cloud of smoke rose above the heads of people looking for space to swing their arms, or just a break from unwarranted body contact. He rubbed his hands together and considered where he was going to get his next meal. It was possible that some drunk or drugged concert goer would let him feed after the show, and he knew he could wait a couple of hours, if he needed to. In the meantime, he wasn’t going anywhere near the peanuts.

The vampire moved his shoe to read the carvings in the bench.

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[wolfs_daughter]

He was making fun of her. He was making fun of her as if he had any right to feel superior. She'd offered him her hand, tried to put a nice face on things, and if her reaction to him was still obvious then she could hardly help that. In the moment of Now, Daniel represented the kids she went to school with after she left the commune, the ones who treated her like a freak, as if they had some right to look down their noses at her. At least she could learn to control what was on the inside.

The worst part was, Holly was taking his side. Criticizing her for not liking him, as if she was supposed to. Echo couldn't help but notice that she didn't say a word of protest about Daniel's talk of territorial pissing. Maybe she even thought it was funny. Making a joke of her. Then again, the popular kids always banded together.

It really hurt her feelings.

"You're right, I don't like him," she told the other brunette stiffly. "I told you how I felt the first time you mentioned him. I'm sorry if I'm not as open-minded as you are."

Suddenly Echo really wanted away from there. Maybe Holly and Daniel deserved each other. The hybrid was certain they'd be very happy if she left. "I'm sorry I bothered you. You can get back to your whatever now."

The brunette turned and began a stiff-legged walk back inside the club. She was going the hell home, to Searchlight, where assholes didn't make fun of you and have their girlfriends back them up.

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel watched her go with a slight shake of his head. Well, there was one friend of Holly's he wouldn't be getting to know. He looked at Holly and lifted his shoulders. "I can hang out with all kinds," he said, and it was true. If Echo was a trip to be around, he wouldn't care if she was an alien, not now, not when he was sans pulse.

"But I'm not gonna waste time on a girl who's only polite because you're sitting here," he said. Daniel reached back to scratch his neck. "You want to talk about me like I'm not here? Fuck that." He wouldn't take that from his sire; he wasn't going to take it from a werewolf with the personality of a wet mop.

The ironic part was that the only person with a closed mind and a superiority complex was Echo, and she was the one who left feeling victimized.

"So. Got any friends who aren't gonna hate me on sight?"

[holiday_pirner]

Holly wasn't sure what to do, so she opted for inaction. "Well," she began, looking at Daniel. "Maybe a few. But one is some kind of influential demon, and the other is a Slayer."

The brunette thought that over. Maybe Whistler wouldn't hate him. He was a bit of a wildcard.

"I'm sort of bad at the friend thing. Group of people going to a club, getting drunk, I can do that. The one-on-one bits? Not so much."

[daniel_stacy]

Among Holly's acquaintances, a slayer, a watcher, and a werewolf... and she was dating a vampire. How was this not a recipe for disaster? "I dunno, I kinda like your one-on-one bits," he said, choosing to ignore the absurdity of the situation for right now. Daniel finished off his beer and set the cup upside down on the picnic table. "C'mon. I'm gonna buy you a drink and we can check out the band." He stood up and offered Holly his hand.

[holiday_pirner]

She gratefully took his hand, getting to her feet. "That sounds perfect, actually." Holly surreptitiously shook her leg, which had fallen asleep on the picnic bench.

The brunette followed him inside. Loud music first, think later.