if you leave the light on { d a n j e r }

“Well, it’s Jeremy’s…” She said, trailing off. Freya knew that Danny and Jeremy had their whole married couple what’s-mine-is-yours thing going, but she was always a little unsure about where she fit into that. She didn’t like taking sides. Or… she didn’t like taking sides against Jeremy, maybe? It was kind of fun to tease Danny with Jere. The boys rarely teamed up on her, though, which she was grateful for.

The last time it had properly happened was when she’d missed a trivia Friday for a date with Hot Duncan. She’d gotten a lot of shit the following week, but she’d appeased them both with food. Jemmy had caved first.

Danny's wide grin had her though, and he knew it. She couldn't help but smile back. "Okay, fine," she said, shaking her head but smiling a bright smile all the same. "But not like last time because I couldn't go to work the next day," she added quickly, tapping his shin until he agreed.

"He won't mind sharing," he told her with a little smile. That probably wasn't exactly true given his last words before he left. "Especially if we tell him you wanted some," he added. That had a little more truth to it. He had found the stash so at this point it was almost too late..

Her returning smile made him nod. Good, she was game. He threw a glance at the kitchen and wondered if they had cookies. They would definitely need some cookies for her if she was partaking, he thought with a smile. He remembered Greg coming in with a bag the other day and wondered if he had eaten them all by now. Food didn't last long around here, but hopefully they would be in luck.

"Alright, alright, just a little bit," he agreed as he nudged her leg with his foot. He turned the box toward her to show her the different baggies in Jere's stash. "Wanna pick? Or should I.." he asked her, happy to lead the way in this if she didn't want to choose, but he thought he'd offer her the choice anyway.

She scrunched her lips to one side as she looked in the box. It was very well-organised, but she had no idea how to decipher the oragnisational system at play. “Yeah?” she asked, not sounding very convinced. When he added the second part, though, Freya had to nod a little. She wasn’t sure if Jeremy had ever been angry with her for anything. He couldn’t say no to her puppy eyes.

Freya untied her shoelaces, thinking that they were probably going to be sitting on the floor for a while. She slipped her feet out of her shoes, and put them in a little pile. “Uh…” Frey glanced over at the box again, peeling off a sock with one hand. “No, really, it all looks the same to me,” she said. With her luck she’d end up picking the one laced with some weird “magical herb” that had some totally different effect. “You choose,” she added. She felt a little nervous – it had been a while – but Danny looked so happy with himself that she couldn’t help but be a bit excited too.

"Yeah," Danny agreed, grabbing a little baggie and noting the name, not remembering Jere mentioning that one. Or if he did, Danny just hadn't been paying attention. Oh well. He glanced at Freya again and noticed her getting comfortable, but heard a weird note in her voice. "You nervous, Tricky?" he asked with a sly smile, knowing that she smoked a lot less than he and Jere did. Like a lot less. Still, it was fun to smoke with her the few times they had done it together. He was pretty sure she only smoked when she was with him and Jere and that made him smile.

"Sure, sure," he said as he spun the box back toward him and looked through the baggies again, choosing with her in mind. Goblin Giggles would make her hype, but he didn't want to freak her out so he flicked past that one. Black Cherry Bludger was the sleepy one, he thought, and while Sleepy Freya was cute (he recalled her falling asleep on his chest the other day after listening to that boring crime show), that's not exactly what he was after tonight. He wanted her to have a fun time. He lifted Cauldron Kush from the box and glanced at Freya. He thought he remembered Jere recommending this one as a good one for his 'best customer' the other day. If it was good enough for her, it was good enough for Freya.

"Let's do some Cauldron Kush," he said as he grabbed some papers and started rolling a joint for them. "Don't worry, I think we have cookies," he teased her with a smile.

“A little,” she admitted, her tone a bit complainy in response to the teasing. “I’ve only done it like… four times.” She counted on her fingers. There was the first time, with the excessive crying, then again like a year later with the boys, and a lot less (though not no) crying. Then once at a party because a really hot guy offered her some (disaster), then with Danny and Jeremy again when they’d listened to that weird true crime thing. That had been a couple of months ago, and hadn’t been a total disaster.

“Sure, sure,” she said, echoing him a bit as she waved a hand. She didn’t know the difference between them all, so she was just, yknow, putting her life in his hands or whatever. “That was one time,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. Freya scooted over to sit closer so she could see what he was doing. There was no way she’d be able to replicate it though; in theory it was a pretty simple task, but his hands looked pretty deft at work. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"'t's alright, we'll be good," he said confidently, a smile playing about his lips. He wasn't sure if she had remembered the first time she has smoked with them, but he was the one who had given her the cookies after she had cried about having no 'round mini cakes' (aka cookies) and then he was the one who had played with her hair until she had calmed down and stopped blubbering. It had been cute and funny. He and Jere still did the whole 'remember that time' about it and it still made him laugh.

He was sure this would be different, at least not as bad as that first time, now that she knew what to expect. Plus she trusted him (to some extent, he thought) and that would make it less of a disaster too. "Ladies first?" he said, offering her the joint once he was done rolling it with practiced fingers, nudging her head up with a move of his shoulder.

Danny pulled his wand off the table, reaching out for it, before settling back beside her. "Ready?" he asked before the touched his wand to the end of the joint and lighting it for her.

He seemed confident, so she let him take the lead. Danny did a lot of stupid stuff, but she knew he'd look after her.

“Ready,” she answered, sitting up straight, taking it from him and putting it between her lips with two fingers. She leaned forward a little as he lit it with the tip of his wand. Her light brown eyes flicked from its burning tip to meet his hazel ones as she inhaled slowly. After a second, Freya straightened up again, glancing away quickly as she exhaled. She took another hit before passing it to him.

“Didn’t even cough,” she told him proudly, comfortable being a dork in front of Danny. After she said it though, her breath caught in her throat and she coughed a couple of times. "Nooo," she said through a cough, falling dramatically to the floor with her face in her hands. She lay there for a second before pushing herself back up. Realising she'd left one sock on, she peeled it off quickly and dropped it in the pile with her shoes. “This was a good idea, Dan” she said, nodding, smiling at him.

He watched as she puffed on it, their eyes meeting, and he couldn't remember a time when it had just been them two smoking. Jere had always been there too as a buffer. Danny took it from her, his fingers brushing hers, before he took a hit, inhaling slowly and letting it fill his lungs before exhaling.

Danny laughed at her joke, the smoke coming from his mouth a little quicker as he grinned at her. "Not yet," he answered, knowing her, and then laughed again when she started coughing. "See?" he said as he took another hit before holding it out for her. He stretched his long legs out in front of him as he leaned against the couch, exhaling and sending the smoke upward toward the ceiling as he leaned his head back. "I've been known to have one or two good ideas from time to time," he said, smiling back at her.

"Wanna bet that Jere will scare off his date in the first ten mins and be back here in twenty?" he said, grinning.

“Nooo,” Freya said again, but without the coughing this time. She gave Danny a half-assed little push. “I really hope not,” she said, unable to join in on the joke. “I really want it to go right for him,” she added honestly. Not that Jeremy had a terrible life, or anything, but she really got the vibe that he wanted… something. A girlfriend, or something. She sighed.

“I guess he could smoke with us,” she conceded, looking for a positive in the scenario that he did reappear far too early. Freya held her hand out for the joint, making little pinchy motions with her thumb and forefinger. She shot a furtive glance his way again when she took another drag, glancing away quickly when their eyes met. After she passed it back to him, she pushed her hair back from her face.

“You don’t have a hair tie do you?” she asked, looking at him. “Rubber band? Something? It's hot," she complained, leaning against the couch. Freya put her hands at the nape of her neck, then moved them up, swooping all of her curls onto the couch so her neck could breathe for a second. She slid down a bit.

He chuckled as she pushed him, sliding back upright as he rolled his eyes at her. Sure, he wanted the best for Jere, of course he did, he was his best friend. But that also didn't mean he wasn't going to tease him about it any chance he had. That's just what brothers did and Jeremy was as much his brother as any of the other Willbond siblings.

"Yeah, he would need it," Danny agreed as he passed the joint back to her and meeting her eyes for the briefest of moments before she looked away. His eyes got caught on her lips as she took a drag before he realized a moment too late that she was holding it out to him to take back.

He took another hit and inhaled deeply, watching her mess with her hair. He kind of forgot to exhale for a second and ended up coughing a bit. "Err.. I think Jere might have some in his room.." he offered with a little shrug, swinging his feet back and forth idly as he felt his limbs getting looser, lighter.

Freya felt a little nervous and she wasn’t entirely sure why. Probably just residual stuff from Jeremy’s date, she figured. And she was a little nervous to get high – she didn’t feel like she’d done it enough to properly predict the outcome. So probably just those two things, she thought, feeling Danny’s eyes on her. No need to read too much into anything.

“Oh, yeah I think he does, I’ll check,” Freya said, pushing up to her feet with a bit of a sigh. She was sweating; there wasn’t a fantastic breeze in their apartment. She sighed again as she walked down the hall, shaking her head at herself for no reason. The blonde resolved to suggest they go out on the fire escape, or at least the balcony when she got back, so she could get some air.

She stepped gingerly over Jeremy’s messy floor, a bit less bold to stomp around in the mess without her shoes on. She went to his nightstand, rifled around in his drawers a bit. She tilted her head to read the cover of a magazine, raised her eyebrows and kept searching. Eventually, she found one.

The blonde returned to the living room doorway, and gave Danny a bit of a smile, but didn’t move to sit down. “Do you wanna go outside?” she asked from the doorway, “It’s kinda stuffy in here.” Waiting for his answer, Freya leaned over, tossing her hair forward so she could gather it all up in a messy bun. She straightened up, securing it with the safe elastic band from Jeremy’s drawers. She’d have to remember to thank him later.

His eyes tracked her as she moved up and away, towards Jeremy's room for a hair tie. He glanced down at his jeans. It was a little stuffy in here and he felt the denim sticking to him uncomfortably, but he was currently half-sitting, half-laying on the floor and he didn't feel any motivation to get up to change. Danny took another drag as he heard Tricky rummaging around in Jere's room and smirked at the thought. That was a dangerous thing to do right there, might not like what she accidentally finds.

Lost a bit in his thoughts already, he glanced up at her as she came back and nodded. Sighing a moment before he heaved himself up off the floor. "Fire.. escape..?" he asked, his question slower than usual as he watched her flip her hair over, the golden curls distracted him for a moment before he got himself moving again and bumped her hip with his.

He moved into the kitchen, grabbed a bag of popcorn, and shoved up the creaky window with one hand as he stepped through and out onto the fire escape one leg at a time. The air out here was a little cooler, but not by much. The light breeze, however, made it much more tolerable. He plopped down on the little landing, swinging his long legs off the side and patting the spot next to him as he glanced over his shoulder, waiting for Tricky.

She nodded, then followed him outside.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she said, climbing out of the window and into the light breeze outside. Freya smiled at the sensation of air running over her skin. She’d been wearing a thin jacket when she’d arrived, but she’d dropped that somewhere and now her arms were free to feel the breeze. With her hair up, it felt a lot cooler, even though the temperature was basically the same.

Steadying herself as she stepped out, she took a moment to just stand there in the evening air. The sun had dipped behind some buildings but the sky was still fairly light. Her expression was serene as she ran her fingers up her opposite arm to her elbow, then back down.

After a moment, she took a seat beside her friend, sliding in so her legs could dangle too, but then she lay back, her back against the metal. She held her hand out for the joint and took another long drag. She only coughed a little this time. “Next place I live I want a balcony,” she told him with a slow nod, as she stared at the sky. “I need to think about moving soon,” she added quietly.

He hung his arm on one of the rungs, glancing over the edge, watching as they both dangled their legs, his longer than hers. Both barefoot. Danny handed the joint over to her silently, smirking as she still coughed, before taking it back from her and taking another hit himself. He wondered how many times they had sat out here on the fire escape like this.

As she laid back, he shifted a bit to the side so his back wasn't to her. "A balcony?" he repeated with a shrug. The fire escape was the best they had for outdoor space considering Jere had taken over the balcony to grow weed on. Speaking of. "You planning on growing some as well?" he asked with a smile as he passed it back to her.

"Wait you're moving? Why? When?" How far away? was the last question in his mind but he left that unsaid.

Freya shrugged. "Finn and I are moving out," she said. Freya and Finn had talked about it, of course. Known it was coming for a while. She was happy for her friend, and she was okay with everything, but it was still a little sad. "I don't know where yet," she said. "Somewhere with a balcony," she added with a smile, turning her head to glance his way.

They passed the joint back and forth a few times as they spoke. "I should probably be looking," she said, "like, Finn says there's no pressure you know, but I probably should." Freya shrugged, the reached up to undo her bun and lay her hair out behind her. She ran her hands through her hair, from root to tip. "Why does it feel so good?" she asked dreamily, closing her eyes.