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Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.

From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.

Good.

Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.

Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.

He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.

As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.

He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.

"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"

But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.

Embarassment was his life.

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On the other hand, some people needed cheering, and Danny's pretty decent at doing that, too.

Even if it's accidentally.

Hence the muffled laughter at a table nearby and the severely amused eyes of the girl watching him over a mug of cocoa. Danny may be blushing, but--

Well, Katara's seen her brother in a lot less clothes than that before. It's just funny to see him hopping around like a wet wolfcat.

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"'M glad fomebody findf thif--ow, ow--fo funny," Danny said, his mouth still foamy, but her laughter was contagious.

What could you do when caught in a situation like this but laugh?

He hobbled over to the bar.

"'Ould I haf fometing to sfpit in, pleaf?"

An old fashioned spittoon appeared, with a glass of water next to it and Danny spat and rinsed, pouring the water over his toothbrush to clean it.

The spittoon disappeared.

"Can I have some pants?" he asked the bar. "I'd, uh, really appreciate some pants."

Instead of pants, a red robe appeared, the kind you'd expect to see on some gagillionaire who owns a mansion with multiple hot tubs full of hot chicks.

"Oh, the Gus Gefner look, fantastic," Danny said with a roll of his eyes, but he put it on, tucking the toothbrush in his pocket and finding...a pipe there. The kind that blows bubbles. There was already solution in it.

Might as well go with this.

He put it in his mouth and blew a few bubbles, looking as dignified as possible and walked over to the girl who had laughed at him.

"Okay, so how do I look now?" he asked, the pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth. "Better or even dorkier?"

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Can't answer-- laughing too hard.

But at least Katara's enjoying herself, grin bright and laughter light as she sets her mug aside. "Dorkier and better at the same time," she suggests, when giggles have (partly) subsided.

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He was grinning, if still a little pink, and he put the bubble pipe down on the table as he sat down.

Holding out a hand.

"I'm Danny."

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She's spent too much time at home - it takes a second to remember what to do with that hand. But eventually, Katara is offering hers, clasping his and lightly and smiling. "Katara. Nice to meet you."

Very nice - the kind of nice that has her smiling and giggling a little still. "Got caught off-guard, huh?"

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It was not a rare thing for a girl to be laughing at him, but it was a rare thing for a cute girl other than Sam--and she was very pretty--to be laughing and smiling and actually nice about it, so he was still a little pink.

"Just a little. Sometimes I think this place has a really, really horrible sense of humor."

His palms were sweaty to start with, so hand was getting clammy in the plastic bag.

"Uh, hold on a minute. My hand is suffocating." He tugged at the rubber bands and pulled the stupid bag off his be-casted wrist.

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"I think I agree with you," Katara notes, and the smile is a little wry, eyes rolling a bit. Milliways does have a way of-- irritating the hell out of everyone that comes across it.

Too busy giggling at his attire before, she's only just now noticing the bag, brows rising as he pulls at it. "What happened to you arm?"

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A white, loose robe (which is rather too long for Danny, now that I think of it) gets thrown over his shoulders.

"I see I am not the only one Milliways does this to," says an amused voice. Behind him is the Ranger, now bare-chested and dressed only in a pair of loose trousers. "Welcome back, I suppose."

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"Shoot me now," he said, crimson-faced, and he sighed. "Don't worry, I've got it." He put on the bar-provided pimp-robe. "Uh, gimme a minute?"

With that, he went over to talk to the pretty girl that had been laughing at him, and came back a couple minutes later, blowing on his bubble pipe.

"I think this look really works for me," he said. "Uh, the naked? Not so much."

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A wry chuckle.

"Well, red does seem to be your color," he says. "Though nudity taboos are a bit tiresome at times, I must admit."

Loa gives the cast (and the rest of the damage Danny sports) a jaundiced eye.

"This is becoming depressingly familiar. I hope to Valen that I will not always meet you when you look like you've been dragged face-down through a mass-driver. I suppose we should put off your first denn'na lesson until that bone knits."

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"Nudity taboos are very good things that prevent people from going around with their junk hanging out all over the place," Danny insisted, because while nudity not being a taboo would be great with all the naked girls walking around, there were certain people that really oughtn't not be naked.

Like other dudes. And old people. Eeyuck.

"It's actually not that depressing, even if it's familiar," Danny said cheerfully. "It's over. Not superheroing in general, but with Ray and Peter and Egon's help, and the help of my friends, we defeated Gozer. Everything's quieting back down back home. It's not perfect and something will break the peace eventually, but it's nothing I can't handle now."

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The Ranger laughs indulgently as he slings his robe over himself with practiced ease.

"If you say so, young Bearach. I am glad to hear of your triumph...and hopefully a respite in which to heal."

He gestures to the table with tea and...something else. "And, perhaps, learn?"

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He sat down, bubble pipe hanging throughtfully.

"Is there anything you could teach me now?" he asked, taking a seat, robe hugged tightly around himself. He put the bubble pipe on the table. "Like the Vulkor mind-mesh or something?"

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April can't believe it.

"Two! In less than 24 hours, that's two!" She throws her hands up and sighs. "Hey, Danny, you need a robe or something?"

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"I got it!"

A little while later, he came up to her wearing Hugh Hefner robe and "smoking" a bubble pipe.

"The bar is so, so funny," he said flatly.

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"She did that to a girl named Claire last night." April says, shaking her head. "You okay?"

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"Actually, I know I don't look it, but I totally am. I'm more than okay," he said, grinning.

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"Are you then?" April sounded amused. "Used to showing up in a towel, or something non-towel related?"

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"Non-towel related," he said. "Although..." He rubbed his chin. "I wind up accidentally flashing people way more than I'd like, for various reasons."

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Sam had come home that night high off adrenaline and a desperate need to play video games. Something about defeating a God made it kind of impossible to even attempt to sleep.

Unfortunately, duty called after a few hours of staring numbingly into the screen, as her body calmed down and reminded her that it existed.

Washing her hands, she turned around to find a door where her shower was. (Sam had the smallest bathroom in the house. She liked it that way. There were no frilly towels! RAPTURE!)

"Jeez, Bar," Sam joked, picking up her backpack from the shelf next to her--this was seriously not the first time Milliways had shown up in her bathroom--"you really stink at choosing opportune times."

Still... it was good to be in Milliways. She was smiling from ear to ear as soon as she stepped forth into the warmth and felt it was over her.

Of course, the second glance she had made her stand still and tilt her head.

Danny. In a bath robe.

"Bar," Sam said loudly, walking toward Danny, "I'll have you know that stealing people when they've defeated ancient deities is not very nice, especially when they're only wearing towels. He could sue you for that."

She paused, grinning at Danny after a minute, "That is, if you could sue inter-dimensional ... places."

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Danny didn't say anything. He just looked relaxed, got out his bubble pipe and blew bubbles on it.

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She rolled her eyes and disappeared for a minute before returning with a large chocolate milkshake with black gummy bats.

"Smooth, Fenton. Smooth."

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He hadn't seen her for a while, but when he had seen her it was school and the fight and everything went nuts, and a little bit afterwards when she'd stopped by, but he'd been sleeping the whole time, so he said, "You'd better put that shake down, Sam, or it'll spill," and then he was over and sweeping her up in his arms and holding her tight.

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Well, she knew what that meant. She put the milkshake down immediately and was of course instantly wrapped in half-naked Teenage Boy.

"Hi," she said, grinning, pressing her face into his neck. The fact that they'd won was still exhilerating. "Does your arm hurt?"

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"Yeah, but I don't care," he said happily, mostly using his good arm to hold her close.