moving out! backdated!

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

WHO: Danny Rand iron_fister and Chris Keller dothekeller
WHERE: In a nice little Harlem-like neighborhood. Aka. Outside the new Fister's residence.
WHEN: Backdated to Thursday, December 17th
WARNINGS: Keller's flirting (possibly, most likely) and Danny's obliviousness.
SUMMARY: Danny's moving, Keller's helping. Keller tries to get Danny into bed.
FORMAT: Quicklog because I am le lazy

Danny hated Orson's hookah. Really. He did. The thing was bulky and ugly and smelled horrible. He would have liked nothing more than to leave the damn thing back at Orson's (old) apartment, or better yet, thrown it out a window. Alas, he knew the crotchety old man wouldn't move unless Danny held something for ransom. And what better to hold hostage than the man's precious hookah?

The answer: Nothing.

Now if only he could close the car door with it in his hands. Goddammit.

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[dothekeller.livejournal.com]

Chris was looking around the place. It was, what? Five o'clock? Something like that. Whatever the time was, it was time for Chris to start looking for some booze and a lay. That's all this fucking City was good for any ways: dicks, drugs, and moonshine.

Oh, hey.

"Is that a bo--" Chris stopped himself before going all felon on the stranger guy's ass. He grinned. "Hookah?"

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Danny should have known the damn thing would attract attention. Sighing, he glanced at the man.

"Not mine." He grunts, having finally managed to close the car door. Turning, he regards his next hurdle with the hookah.

How the hell is he going to open the building's door?

[dothekeller.livejournal.com]

"I get it," he chuckled. How many times did he sneak shit like this for friends or conned his buddies to do it for him? Fuck, he didn't even have enough fingers to count.

Chris danced up the steps of the stoop and turned the door knob, opening it for the man. "After you."