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Title: Drunken Detective
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: not true, not mine, not...er...anything?
Summary: Don and Danny. Drunk.
A/N: For
mini_nanowrimo. 445 words or so.
"What shall we do with the drunken detective, what shall we do with the drunken detective..." Danny's voice was hoarse, and he was mumbling more than singing, but he didn't let that stop him.
Grinning widely, he took a sip of his drink and put the glass back down on the table. The only reason why he didn't slosh it over his fingers was because it was almost empty already.
"You are drunk," Don stated. "So drunk." He was sprawled across the couch, his long legs hanging over one armrest and his head tipped back.
"Takes one..." Danny grinned and started laughing. "You are drunk too."
"Yep." Don nodded slowly. "But you know who isn't?"
Danny needed only a few seconds to find the answer. "Mac!"
"Right." Don struggled to sit up. "But Mac's sleeping. He didn't want to have a drink with us. Because he needs to work in the morning."
"Yeah." Danny shifted and slid half off of his chair. "Boring."
"We should be quiet." Danny straightened and reached for the almost empty bottle. "You want another one?"
"Hmm." Don wasn't paying attention anymore, Danny noticed. His head was tilted back far enough to look in the direction of the bedroom behind him, which was impressive, considering the amount of alcohol they had drunk already.
"That a yes?"
"Hmm."
"What are you doing there, anyways?" Danny filled their glasses and put the bottle down.
"Watching Mac watching us."
Danny frowned and turned around, to look in the same direction as Don.
Mac was leaning against the door, his arms crossed across his chest, a frown on his forehead.
"Hey, Mac," Don said and lifted a hand. "You want a drink, too?"
"No." Mac shook his head and took a step into the room.
"You want something better?" Danny asked and waited until Mac had lifted Don's feet and had sat down before crawling into his lap, almost pulling the bottle and the glasses off the table in the process.
Mac instinctively reached out to steady him. "What?" he asked.
Danny smiled and pressed himself against Mac, trapping Don's feet between them, and kissed his cheek.
"How about me and Don?" he suggested, and Don, wriggling his toes, added,
"Yeah, you want to?"
Mac chuckled softly and closed his hand around Don's ankle.
"Right now, not particularly," he admitted. "You're both..."
"Drunk," Danny finished the sentence for him and rested his cheek against Mac's shoulder.
"How about tomorrow, when we're not so drunk anymore?" Don asked and wriggled his toes again.
Mac smiled. "Then we can talk about it."
"Great." Danny yawned and wrapped his arms tightly around Mac's neck. "Carry me to bed?"
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: not true, not mine, not...er...anything?
Summary: Don and Danny. Drunk.
A/N: For
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"What shall we do with the drunken detective, what shall we do with the drunken detective..." Danny's voice was hoarse, and he was mumbling more than singing, but he didn't let that stop him.
Grinning widely, he took a sip of his drink and put the glass back down on the table. The only reason why he didn't slosh it over his fingers was because it was almost empty already.
"You are drunk," Don stated. "So drunk." He was sprawled across the couch, his long legs hanging over one armrest and his head tipped back.
"Takes one..." Danny grinned and started laughing. "You are drunk too."
"Yep." Don nodded slowly. "But you know who isn't?"
Danny needed only a few seconds to find the answer. "Mac!"
"Right." Don struggled to sit up. "But Mac's sleeping. He didn't want to have a drink with us. Because he needs to work in the morning."
"Yeah." Danny shifted and slid half off of his chair. "Boring."
"We should be quiet." Danny straightened and reached for the almost empty bottle. "You want another one?"
"Hmm." Don wasn't paying attention anymore, Danny noticed. His head was tilted back far enough to look in the direction of the bedroom behind him, which was impressive, considering the amount of alcohol they had drunk already.
"That a yes?"
"Hmm."
"What are you doing there, anyways?" Danny filled their glasses and put the bottle down.
"Watching Mac watching us."
Danny frowned and turned around, to look in the same direction as Don.
Mac was leaning against the door, his arms crossed across his chest, a frown on his forehead.
"Hey, Mac," Don said and lifted a hand. "You want a drink, too?"
"No." Mac shook his head and took a step into the room.
"You want something better?" Danny asked and waited until Mac had lifted Don's feet and had sat down before crawling into his lap, almost pulling the bottle and the glasses off the table in the process.
Mac instinctively reached out to steady him. "What?" he asked.
Danny smiled and pressed himself against Mac, trapping Don's feet between them, and kissed his cheek.
"How about me and Don?" he suggested, and Don, wriggling his toes, added,
"Yeah, you want to?"
Mac chuckled softly and closed his hand around Don's ankle.
"Right now, not particularly," he admitted. "You're both..."
"Drunk," Danny finished the sentence for him and rested his cheek against Mac's shoulder.
"How about tomorrow, when we're not so drunk anymore?" Don asked and wriggled his toes again.
Mac smiled. "Then we can talk about it."
"Great." Danny yawned and wrapped his arms tightly around Mac's neck. "Carry me to bed?"