Dani don't give af

Danielle harper // 23 // alphabet mafia fam

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lopezhq​:

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“There’s a first time for everything and a second time for some,” she said in a sing-song voice meant to annoy her. “Or maybe I’m not as easy to please as your usual customers, Danielle.” Santana nodded her head towards the tip jar that was sitting on the counter. “Can’t use your other bedside manner to fill that up.” Okay, so the jar wasn’t overflowing with crinkled dollar bills and loose change but, hey, the day was still early. Plus, drunk people can’t do math, thus, they’re great tippers and that’s a fact, Lima.

Her ears perked up at the implication that Dani thought she was hot. Sure, Santana was unapologetically aware of her looks – in fact, she relied on her good looks and feminine wiles to get by, but given their constant bickering, she was kinda surprised by the admission. Wait, did it count as an admission if it was only sort of implied? “You think I’m hot?” she shook her head, as if physically shaking the intrusive thoughts off.  “Excuse you, no one here is getting dibs on the treats,” she waved a hand down her front in emphasis and simply acknowledged the apology with a twitch of a shoulder.

It wasn’t that big of a deal and Santana was more than capable of defending herself against drunk wannabe frat bros. In fact, she was about to let Dani know exactly how much of a damsel in distress she truly wasn’t when the familiar sound of the other girl’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Way harsh, Tai.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a $10 and a tube of lipstick. She slid the money across the counter and then proceeded to apply the bold color to her full pout with a smooth flick of her wrist. “Enjoy your Friday,” she trailed off, smacking her lips together with a wet pop. She propped herself up on her elbows and leaned forward, wiggling her eyebrows at Ricky, “So, how ‘bout it, stud?” Santana gave an exaggerated wink, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile. “Actually, I’m just gonna get some fries and a beer for my friend, uh… Jordan? at the back.”

Dani didn’t absolutely hate it when Santana used her full name... Okay, yes, she did. The only people that called her Danielle were her grandparents and three out of the four of them were dead. Internally she cringed each and every time. But she couldn’t let the other woman know, because just as she did - the other would use it against her. So, as far as she was concerned she was Danielle and she was completely fine 

“Even if I did call dibs, I know a couple of people - including a certain blonde - that’d have rank over me.” She playfully rolled her eyes. After clocking out she looked back at the taller girl. “Come on!” She said as she dragged the other girl out of the bar. “I am not going to be held responsible for anything that may or may not come from this.” She motioned the length of the other girl’s body. 

“Lets go play some pool or something. What’re you doing here anyway? Don’t you have homework to do - or a FWB to do. Something to keep the angry Latina at bay from the rest of us?”

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What sexual activity do you consider totally off limits?

Anything with men.

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What color of underwear are you wearing right now?

Who says I’m wearing any?

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Have you ever danced without leaving room for Jesus?

I leave no room for any guy between me and my woman. 

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lopezhq​:

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Santana stared at the older brunette, her face completely emotionless, before she let out a snort. “Your biased opinion is noted,” she shook her head, mildly amused, “and filed away in the ‘opinions that divide the family, the church and the nation’ cabinet.” Her amusement was short lived, however. From a business perspective, the freebie drink made no sense – but the smirk aimed her way was enough to reinforce her usual belief that Danielle was just being a thorn in her side. She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated pantomime of annoyance and directed her attention back to her phone which had lit up with a notification, letting the barwoman work her magic or whatever.   

She stole a few glances at the other girl as she mixed Santana’s drink, trying to appear nonchalant as she subtly studied her movements. She couldn’t help but wince internally when vodka was added to the concoction – Santana and vodka had been in an argument since her junior year of high school. She let out a chorus of ‘oooh’s’, clutching her chest in mock offense, “Wow – ouch, them’s fightin’ words.” She scoffed, but there was a grin brewing on her lips. “I wonder what the Yelp reviews have to say ‘bout your bedside manner… it’s freakin’ atrocious,” the last part was said in a staged whisper, meant to be heard by her counterpart. 

Unfortunately, her eyes zeroed in on Dani’s lips as the girl made a show of sucking the excess whipped cream off her finger and Santana felt like the hallmark of the useless lesbian trope. “That’s unsanitary,” she said, wrinkling her nose before taking a sip of her drink and humming appreciatively at the taste. It had a sweet and creamy flavor, packed with the unmistakable taste of alcohol – she didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t going to replace her usual drink of choice anytime soon. She darted her tongue out, licking the whipped cream off her upper lip, “This is passable.” Another sip. “Aren’t you supposed to ask if I want to start a tab?” she uttered, making a tsking sound with her tongue. “I was gonna tell you to make me Cum In My Panties next.” There was a shuffling sound coming from her right; she looked over to see some stammering daytime drinker move to take a seat one stool closer to her than he had been. “Not even in your wildest and wettest Buck Adams fantasies, buddy,” Santana raised a hand up, warding him off, “Nope.”

“I’ve never had any complaints about my bedside manner before, Miss. Lopez. So, you’d be the first unsatisfied customer.” She smirked. “Then again, this isn’t the bedside manner that matters.” She made sure to wash and wipe everything down in between putting the bottles of alcohol back in their places. Throwing the rag over her shoulder, she turned back to face the other girl who was now distracted by a series regular. 

“Now, now, Joshua. What did I tell you about hot, Latina women?” She addressed the lush in an overly nice, almost mother-like way. She didn’t know how he was still in enrolled in school with the amount of times she’d seen him in here like this. The scruffy-haired blonde man hiccuped before smiling out and a “That they deserved respect...” He paused to take a drink and think. “ And to give you first dibs.” Dani put on a smile. “That’s right. Now apologize to the woman.” He mumbled out a short “sorry” before skulking away to the back of the establishment. 

The bartender whipped the towel on the side of the bar. “Now, I would normally ask if you wanted to open a tab, but it’s my ‘Friday’ and I’m out of here. I don’t care if you do or don’t continue to drink your pathetic life away right now. And I won’t care again until 5:15 PM two days from now.” She typed away her log in on the cash register and made over-dramatized push of her ‘clock out’ button on the screen. She nodded in greeting as she passed by a bearded man who was to take over the keep of the bar. “You can however tell Ricky here to make you Cum In Panties if you’d like. I’m sure he’d have no problem doing so.”

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lopezhq​:

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Santana shrugged her shoulders in a ‘so what?’ kind of way. Details. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she waved a hand dismissively, not bothering to explain Puck’s role in her life or… rather… her sex life. Their on and off thing was mostly off these days, but Santana certainly didn’t mind that the idea of the two of them together lingered in the collective consciousness of her peers – she’d be more inclined to encourage it than to shut it down if needed. “What makes you think –” she started, quickly cutting herself off before she had the chance to ask something she’d regret, like, what made Dani think that that would increase her orgasm tally or that she needed any kind of help getting there. “I’m happy with my orgasm count,” she said instead, a bit too quickly and with an edge in her voice that she hoped didn’t reveal much.

She drummed her fingers on the bar, thinking. Truth be told, she had been planning to order a burger and a glass of water with a lemon wedge in it, but Dani had already managed to throw her out of kilter and now Santana felt inclined to regain her metaphorical footing. “You can give me a Screaming Orgasm,” she offered up an innocent smile that didn’t match the teasing gleam in her eyes as she purposely accentuated the word orgasm. Honestly, she wasn’t even there to drink and fuck, what was in a screaming O anyway? Whatever, it didn’t matter, she was armed with a long list of inappropriately named cocktails and wasn’t afraid to use them if it helped her one-up Dani for a change. Leaning forward, she tapped a finger against one of the glasses; her turn to let the other girl know she was talking about the drink. “Don’t get your hopes up,” she added. 

The bartender locked eyes with the taller girl, narrowing a bit in challenge. She wasn’t one to just lay down in take it - unless asked nicely or taken forcefully. Dani just shrugged. “I believe you. Most straight women say they’re happy with it. Or think they are at least.” She said the last part under her breath as she turned around to start making the drink. “This one will cost you eight bucks, the other is free of charge, but again, suit yourself.” She threw over her shoulder with a smirk. 

It wasn’t like the other Latina to stutter - stop mid sentence - so when she did earlier the guitarist’s ears picked on it. Now, Dani’s gaydar and pleasebegaydar tended to cross signals more than she’d like to admit, and she wasn’t one for outing anybody regardless of how bitchy the were. But flirting and dancing around the subject and making another girl sweat - in and out of bed - that is what Dani thrived off of. She didn’t know if Santana was really one for coffee liqueur or if she was just grasping at straws and picked the most vulgar named drink she could think of. Dani tended to stick with the more fruity varieties, the tended to be cheaper because they were seen as “girly” and had the strength of the alcohol without being too overpowering. To each their own. 

She finished the drink portion and was working on the garnishes - whipped cream and a cherry. Damn it. They were out of cherries. The bitch would have to deal. She topped the Screaming Orgasm with the whip and turned to hand it off to Santana. “Turns out we’re out of cherries, but since yours was popped so long ago I figured you wouldn’t miss the cherry too much.” She smiled a too innocent smile before leaning against the back of the bar. She encased her lips around her pointer, sucking off the excess whipped cream. As her finger popped out of her mouth she locked eyes with the other girl. “That’ll eight dollars and seventy-six cents, please.”

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mike-chang-junior​:

Noticed the use of past tense and wondered if he should bring it up. He barely knew Dani and didn’t want to make the conversation weird. Before he could make a decision, she offered to take a spin. Because of his upbringing, his first instinct would have been to decline but missed opportunities had been weighing heavier in the balance recently.

“Are you sure?”, he smiled. He was definitely surprised she seemed to trust him with her car when they barely knew each other because he wouldn’t really trust anyone if that car belonged to him.

Dani chuckled at the man’s apprehension. “Yeah, I’m sure. You do have your license, right?” There was a glimmer in her eye letting the other know she was joking. It wasn’t just anybody that she trusted with her baby. But she could tell that Mike was a good guy. Plus, everyone deserves to feel what her baby can do.Call her biased, but she definitely thought she had one of the best cars out there. 

She pressed the button on her key fob to unlock all doors and tossed the keys to the guy as she rounded to the passenger side. “Nice catch.” She commented as she hopped in with practiced grace, grabbing her slushie as he did the same and shut the doors. “Mike this is Mae, Mae Mike.” She introduced as she playfully rubbed the glove compartment. “The road is your oyster Mr. Chang! So, where are you taking us?” She punctuated the question with a slurp of her drink.

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lopezhq​:

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TNT wasn’t a place Santana usually frequented on her own, but one she was acquainted with – one of her dodgeball teammates had an unhealthy obsession with Skee-ball and unwittingly started something of a Bitchslap tradition: their monthly Drink in Hand Skee-ball Tournament. (Most of them had an unhealthy obsession with never backing down from a challenge.) However, she wasn’t there to show off her drinking and rolling skills this time – for a beercade in a one Breadstix town, TNT had a surprisingly decent menu and she was hoping it wasn’t too late in the day to score a breakfast burger.

Santana made a beeline for the bar, her attention on her phone rather than on the figure standing on the other side of it. She’d been having a little too much fun linking Mike to shitty car ads on Craigslist and in her endeavor to convince him to buy a bicycle-powered Honda Civic, Santana hadn’t noticed exactly who was fulfilling bartending duties. She narrowed her eyes at the other girl, the drink offer sounded oddly deliberate to be considered a coincidence. “Another threesome offer, really?” she questioned as she looked up from her phone, raising a single eyebrow up. “Actually, that sounds more like a foursome, which doesn’t exactly improve your chances, Harper. Sorry, not sorry.”

Dani inwardly sighed. It wasn’t her idea for the name. It was unfortunate really because the number of guys who tried to pick her up after she offered was too many if you asked her. “It wasn’t me offering the first time, Lopez. So, give your attitude to the actual person who deserves it - your horndog of a FWB - or whatever he is to you. I don’t care.” She cleared her throat. “For the record though,” She laid her eyes on the other Latina with a smile. “If you took away the man in the equation it’d definitely improve your chances of an orgasm. Sorry, not sorry.” Dani shrugged before getting back to business.

“If not a 3some,” She raised the glass with a wiggle, letting the girl know she was talking about the drink, before putting it back down upside down with the rest of the clean glasses. “What can I get for you?” She came back to the front of the bar, taking the pen out from behind her ear and retucking her hair neatly there. She poised it getting ready write the order down. 

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wildemeow​:

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Kitty was used to people talking down to her the first time they meet her. They always assumed that due to her lack of height, she’d be meek and fragile. And she always loved to set them straight. Gone were the days when people would step on her and make her feel small. The second she hit high school, she grew a backbone and a sharp tongue to go with the claws. “Oh. Aren’t you the funny one.” There was a smile on her lips but she didn’t seem amused at all.

High heels turned so that she could look at the other in full, blue eyes narrowed ever so lightly. “There’s a big different between needing and wanting. I don’t need anything, but I do want a new dress and some new needles and thread. Which I’m sure it’s hard for you to assimilate considering your attire screams low budget.”

Dani’s eyes rolled unconsciously, but her face didn’t change. She liked the bite the other girl gave off. “Thanks for the English lesson, Blondie.” Dani took a few steps closer to the other girl. Her heels gave her a few inches, but the Latina in just her combat boots still had three or so inches on her. 

“Low budget? I like to think of it more as “comfort and rag”, but thanks for noticing.” Dani looked at the other girl again, trying to get a read on her. She didn’t really think she was a threat. Sure, her heels may be spiky, but Dani’s knife was sharper. Not that she even thought it’d go that far. But a girl had to be prepared for anything. Especially these days. “And why do you want a new dress, pray-tell? Got a hot date?” 

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mike-chang-junior​:

“He passed away last year”, Mike explained “Then a few weeks ago, my dad and his sister decided to sell it”. It kind of broke his heart when they did. Not because of the car itself but because his grandfather and him had many good memories related to that car. It was such a shame as Dani just said but he figured keeping it was probably painful for them.

The next question shook him out of his thoughts, keeping grief for invading his thoughts. “Didn’t need one until now… well my parents thought so anyway, if you catch my drift”. 

Dani nodded, catching Mike’s drift. His parents sounded like hers in a way. Her parents definitely tried to control her - or as they put it, get her to see it their way, “the right way - and she rebelled in the strongest of ways against it. “I totally get what you’re saying. My parents were the same way.” She slightly shook her head. She hadn’t really thought about them much in the last year.

Her face bounced back at the idea that suddenly popped into her head. She smirked at the guy beside her. “You wanna give her a go?” She wiggled her eyebrows. 

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Dani couldn’t wait for her shift to be over. She had a lot of homework to finish up on. But the hours, minutes, seconds just seemed to drag on. There weren’t a lot of customers. But it being the middle of the day on a Wednesday could be a contributing factor to that. 

She was trying to busy herself with washing and buffing the bar for the second time in the shift. It was when she heard the bell atop the front entrance signalling a customer coming in. She buffed out the corner of the bar she was currently working on before turning around to greet the person. 

“Hello. Welcome in!” Dani grabbed a glass to get ready to start the drink. “May I interest you in our drink of the week - The 3some - it has vodka, triple sec, blue curacao and a mix in of your choice of fruit.” Her bright - customer friendly - smile faltered a bit when she saw who just had entered her bar. 

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wildemeow​:

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The good thing about being out of high school was that if you didn’t feel like attending a class, you simply didn’t have to. Kitty was finally in charge of her own life and she was going to make the best out of it. And so when the dreadfully boring class rolled around, she simply…blew it off. Instead, she opted to treat herself with the largest cup of iced latte her hand could hold and stroll around aimlessly just because she could.

Perfectly manicured fingers held her phone as she scrolled through her instagram feed, footsteps pausing as she saw a video that caught her attention. In fact, she was so caught up that she failed to notice the way she was blocking someone’s car until they spoke up. “Huh?” Kitty’s head lifted from the screen, eyes landing on the one in front of her. “Help me? Hardly. Unless you’re offering to be my assistant for the day. I’m planning to burn a hole through my father’s credit card later.”

Dani’s head tilted and an eyebrow shot up. Where’d the audacity of this girl come from? Dani was in no way, shape or form an assistant to anybody. “Sweetheart, I’m no assistant to anybody. There’s only one way I’d be willing to assist you, but I don’t think you could handle that.” Dani cackled. There was no way this petite, blonde, bimbo was anything but the straightest of straight. But there wasn’t any reason why Dani couldn’t enjoy her messing with her while she was around. 

The Latina ran her eyes up and down the other woman. Of course she’d be spending daddy’s money. She doesn’t have the emotional capability, so she has to fill it with items. Dani crossed her arms across her chest. “What could you possibly need to buy? From what I see, I infer you don’t want for much in your life.” 

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Text. 📲 BLAINE ⇆ DANI

Blaine: Is it just me or was Mr. Schue in the worst mood this entire week? I don't think I've seen him smile a single time.

Dani: He was an ass. But isn't he always that way when he doesn't get what he wants anyway?

Dani: He's a big baby.

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mike-chang-junior​:

“Nice to meet you, Dani”, he smiled, “I’m Mike”. He remembered seeing her a couple time around campus but always from afar. She had great taste, that much was obvious and as much as Mike admired her car, his parents would probably argue that he’d end up killing himself with a car like that.

“Yeah”, he smiled “I mean I don’t have one yet but I do love cars. My granddad had a vintage 911. I loved getting behind the wheel and pretend that I was on a road trip. They sold it a few weeks ago”.

Now that she thought about it she had seen this guy around before. They must have similar majors or interests. She recalled him being a great dancer. As soon as Dani heard him talk about his grandfather’s car her face lit up. “No fucking way, dude!” She clutched her heart. “Did they not even offer it to you? If not - that’s a fucking shame.” 

There was a lull as she looked from Mike to her car and back. “If you like cars so much, why don’t you have one?” 

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brittsxpierce​:

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Brittany watched as Dani put the drinks away and said as a realization, “Oh. You’re the kind of person who actually just drinks those,” mostly to herself. 

She tugged on the string of her hoodie and started, “Well if you think about it…” before running a hand through her hair, “I’m doing this for me, and I’m sharing this moment with you, so in a way I’m kind of doing this for you too.” Brittany leaned back down to the mirror and went at her hair again, a little more at ease knowing whose car it was, and that she wouldn’t turn up on hidden camera being oblivious to some two way tinted mirror situation. “I mean, he is hot, and we have a date as in like, plans, but it’s not like a date date.” 

Standing up again, Brittany pulled out her phone to check the time. “I should probably go, plus you probably want to go too.” She started to walk away before she paused, then turned back on her heel. “Can I ask you a question?” a pause quickly followed by, “besides that one.”  

Dani rolled her eyes at the blondes comment about actually drinking the slushies. She didn’t understand the trend of using them as weapons when that was a total waste of money, plus her fists or a knife worked ten times better. Nonetheless, she smiled at Brittany’s musing. “A date as in plans. Interesting. I didn’t know you and Sam were in the domestic stage yet. It’s kinda cute.”

Dani smirk. “Yeah. It’s probably best I go before this slushies turn into just juice. Or I guess more so corn syrup and water.” She cringed a bit when she thought about it. Dani rounded her car, opening the door, about to get in when she stopped at the taller girl’s question. “Yeah, what’s up?” She raised a curious brow. 

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mike-chang-junior​:

On his way to the cafe, Mike stuffed his hands into his pockets and began humming to himself. He wasn’t going to make the most of this long Easter weekend but had no idea how just yet. There were a few things planned like the Pie and RA charity even but as usual, Mike was leaning toward something more low key. There would definitely be a movie night and maybe he’d fit in a drink at the sports bar with Finn if his friend was available but a slice of pie seemed like the best way to start.

He was almost there when the nearest car to the door caught his eye. His parents had offered to get him one so he could be more independent but so far, he had no idea what to pick. Knowing them, it couldn’t be something flashy so he could kiss his dreams of driving a fancy car goodbye. Although the Changs were well off, he could already picture them telling him they weren’t Bill Gates.

How long had it been since had he been there when a voice shook him out of his thoughts? He had no idea but as he looked up to see where it came from, he was almost certain it belonged to the owner. “Just taking a look. I got lost in my thoughts. Is it yours?”

Dani looked from the guy to her baby and back. Her face showed of pride. This car was her pride and joy - the thing that she’d spent the most money, time, blood, sweat, and tears on. “Hell yeah she’s mine!” She fobbed her car unlocked and placed her drinks in the console. She looked at the guy. “I’m Dani.” She sent him a smile. “And this is Mae. She’s a 1969 Boss 429 Mustang. All authentic, with the exception being this little gadget here.” She wiggled the key fob in front of her face. “I’ve fobbed her up to have better security. And more convenient too.” 

She rounded her car to the back to be closer to the guy. “You into cars too, are you?”