Suzanne's always had an issue saying no, anyway, to anyone. Keeping the boys in line at Studio 60 doesn't count -- it was her job. When it came to people wanting things from her, wanting her to do things, she couldn't say no. And Danny... Danny was her hero, after she got to know him. He was... strong. In the way that he'd never consider himself strong, the people around him could see it. Suzanne wanted his respect, she wanted him to like her, she wanted to make sure he noticed her.
And she knows, right now, that he's not thinking clearly and this isn't right. Your best friend just died, she wants to tell him. Of course you're going to make mistakes. But don't hurt yourself like this.
He smiles at her and holds out his hand. "C'mere."
"Why?"
"I wanna dance with you."
Reluctantly, she takes his hand (only until she figure out how to get him out of here, she tells herself) and lets him pull her close, closer than the song really calls for. She can smell the alcohol on his breath, alcohol and who-knows-what-else-there-could-be (she can see his arms, at least, and she's pretty sure there's nothing new there, but that doesn't mean anything really).
"You're a beautiful girl," he tells her, and her heart speeds up.
"You need to go home."
"Are you coming with me?"
And she hears the invitation in his voice, and she knows she should say no, or at least that she should only say yes to get him back there, but he's looking at her with that smile and if anyone needs somebody right now, it's him, and there's so many excuses to justify what she knows she's about to do that she can't stop herself.
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Do The Wrong Thing, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Danny/Suzanne, hero worship, PG
Date: 2007-03-28 09:16 pm (UTC)And she knows, right now, that he's not thinking clearly and this isn't right. Your best friend just died, she wants to tell him. Of course you're going to make mistakes. But don't hurt yourself like this.
He smiles at her and holds out his hand. "C'mere."
"Why?"
"I wanna dance with you."
Reluctantly, she takes his hand (only until she figure out how to get him out of here, she tells herself) and lets him pull her close, closer than the song really calls for. She can smell the alcohol on his breath, alcohol and who-knows-what-else-there-could-be (she can see his arms, at least, and she's pretty sure there's nothing new there, but that doesn't mean anything really).
"You're a beautiful girl," he tells her, and her heart speeds up.
"You need to go home."
"Are you coming with me?"
And she hears the invitation in his voice, and she knows she should say no, or at least that she should only say yes to get him back there, but he's looking at her with that smile and if anyone needs somebody right now, it's him, and there's so many excuses to justify what she knows she's about to do that she can't stop herself.
"Yes."
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