The ghost whisperer’s heart seemed to skip a beat as he was complimented by the taller man's compliment. It was honestly something he didn’t know he needed. When he had disappeared into the crowd for the dance battle, Danny clearly heard Dagda’s voice over the voices, and was eating up that voice in his head. Shit! He may lose it if he continues to listen solely on his voice. Time to ignore for just a short bit. That’ll pain him internally. He allowed himself to push on harder in his dancing wanting to really impress the crowd here. When he was finished and was approached by Dagda again, a huge grin was on his face, honestly relieved that the other didn’t leave him like he feared. “Thank you! I had done a little bit of dancing in my travels before I had gone home with my baby.”
He cheekily says while cleaning off his sunglasses quickly with his shirt. They had fallen on the ground and gotten some dirt on the lenses.
The muscular man had started telling him about what he had been up to since the last time they met, and listens intently, even pausing his cleaning of his glasses. A small laugh came from him as the other says he feels like he’s ‘melting’ during the summer days. With that same cheeky smile he had before, he shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, it does get rather hot, but good thing for ice and cold alcohol, am I right?”
He put his sunglasses back on his face again and nodded as they were sufficiently cleaned to his liking. The next words that came out of the taller man’s mouth made the pink haired man get rather excited. He was going to stay with him for the night during the party! “Really?!”
His voice hitched up an octave for a second there, in which he cleared his throat and repeated normally. “Really? I would have thought you’d be a slight party guy at least.”
He snickers. The other questions about his brother and sons’ whereabouts, and he shrugs his shoulders a bit. “Armi is… somewhere around here, probably by the stage enjoying the music, and Sammy is in Minstrel with a friend having a sleepover. C’mon! I’ll show you something I think you’ll like.”
Without thinking, he grabbed a muscular arm by hooking one of his own arms around it, and started to pull him along with him. He was excitedly pulling the larger man around, smirking to a few people as he passed them over the scene they were seeing. He pulled the man over to various bars and got them some things to drink, and almost dragged him to the dance floor, but instead found his eyes settling on something a bit more entertaining. “Have you ever played drums before?”
His purple eyes were sparkling with excitement as he looked to him. Though, his question failed to mention one thing. These weren’t normal drums. They were drums with paint on the head of it. Regardless of Dagda’s answer, he grabbed the mans hand and dragged him over towards the drums and let himself get behind one of them that was available.
He shook his hands a bit as he grabs the drumsticks that came with the drum and readied himself to play. He taps lightly on the drum at first, trying to get a feel of this. “Drumming shouldn’t be that hard, right?”
He snickers as he feels he got this! Boy was he fucking WRONG.
When he started getting more ballsy with the paint, the paint started to go all over the place. While he had a decent foot stepping, his drum beating wasn’t so great. It was almost literally some noise with how the paint was throwing him off. He even managed to get paint in his mouth after one slam of the sticks. No amount of going lighter with the drumsticks even helped him in this situation. He let up a groan as he continued to play, till he decided to give up because too much paint was getting in his face. He heard the crowd nervously clap, and he hung his head. Of course his drumming was terrible.
After he escaped from the drums, Danny looked down at his outfit, then started laughing. He was an absolute mess of paint. As he was laughing, a familiar sandy blond man came storming up to him. “Daniel!”
That shut Danny up real quick. “What the hell was that?! You are a disgrace to instruments! Don’t ever pick up drumsticks again or so help me I will gut you!”
Armi was getting into his brothers face, who held his hands up and looked away nervously towards Dagda. He was also trying to not laugh. “Hey Dagda… Here’s Arminius! Armi, how’s your night been so far? I’ve been chillin with Dag.”
His voice was clearly uneasy as he wasn’t liking being scolded right in front of Dagda. The sandy blond man paused and looked over to Dagda, and grumbled something to himself before he hung his head and backed off of Danny. When he lifted his head again, he saluted Dagda as a greeting. “Been a while.”
He nodded to him.