Trooper Station, Monday after Paintball [May 13, 2024]

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Steve McGarrett was One Smug Bastard as he sauntered into the station after the paintball workshop.

"Of course I won," he told the Troopers. "You may applaud."

They did not.

He sat down at his desk and looked at his computer screen to see that Danny had taped a news article to his screen.

"I do not regret shooting him at all," he said, taking the clip down and tossing it into recycling.

The Trooper Station was open!

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"You're buying lunch!" Danny informed him, stomping on over to his desk. Because he had a bruise on his chest and a betrayal to nurse here!

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Steve grinned. "Did you have fun?"

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Danny flipped him the bird again. "You're being smug."

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"Damn right I am," Steve said. "That class is hard."

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"You just picked people off from a sniper's nest!" Which was clearly difficult, catch up Daniel.

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"Yes, yes I did," Steve said. "You should try that next week if they don't bring back the hamster balls."

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"...they wouldn't." Oh, wouldn't they?

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"They'll remember in a few weeks they forgot to tell the magic users not to be giant cheaters, too," Steve said.

Because Anakin Skywalker was a giant freaking cheater.

He stood up from his desk. "What do you want for lunch?"

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"Subs," Danny decided after a long bit of frowning at the cheating people.

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Just you wait until Anakin floated a bucket of paint onto your head. McGarrett was still pissy.

"The close ones or the ones in New Jersey?" he asked suspiciously.

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"Which do you think?" You knew how much he complained about bad subs, Steve. You'd heard it many, many times.

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"I don't want to go to New Jersey," Steve complained.

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"Well, maybe you shouldn't have shot me," Danny replied kindly.

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"It's literally the entire point of the class," Steve retorted, checking for his wallet.

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Because he knew when he was beat. Like a smart man.

"To shoot me."

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"Well, it's not not to shoot you," Steve replied.

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"Oil and vinegar," Danny said instead of arguing that point further. "No mayonnaise, got it?"

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"You're the worst loser," Steve declared.

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Danny grinned and blew him a kiss. "Love you too, babe."

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Steve laughed. "I know you do. I have no idea why, some days, but I know."

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"Well, you've got plenty of time to figure it out," he teased dryly.

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"True," Steve said, consulting his watch. "Okay, let's book it to Portalocity, get your damn sandwich and be back in an hour."

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"Deal," Danny agreed with a grin.

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Forty-seven minutes later and they were back in the office with leftovers, still bickering good-naturedly. "I'm just saying that if I want a sandwich with mayo and yellow mustard, the guy behind the counter shouldn't try to make me cry," Steve said.

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"And how would you feel about someone putting ketchup on a spam musubi?" Danny countered. "Or in poke?"

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Steve wrinkled up his nose. "That's different."

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"Oh, is it?" Danny asked, waving a semi-flat fountain soda in his direction.

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"It's completely different," Steve said. "Ketchup makes poke gross. There's nothing wrong with mustard."

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"Mustard is for a sandwich at a delicatessen, not for a sub." There was clearly a difference.

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"But sometimes they go too heavy with oil and vinegar and then my bread is soggy," Steve complained.

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"That just means you left it too long before taking a bite," Danny insisted. "Next time don't focus on different flavors of chips they offered."

Spicy pickle was pretty interesting, though.

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"Are you victim shaming me for being deliberative in my chip choice?" Steve asked.

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"I am pointing out the flaw in your battle plan," Danny countered.

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"I'm saying that the guy had too heavy a pour on that oil," Steve said.

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"Fine, fine. We'll go to a different place next time." And Steve would have a similar complaint.

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Probably about the vinegar. Heathen. "Thank you," Steve said, winking. "We can go to Jerry's Subs and Pizza."

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Danny reached up to gently smack him upside the head. "You're teasing me. I know you're teasing me."

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"Why would I do that?" Steve asked. "And ow."

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"Big baby," Danny said, rolling his eyes. "See if I share any of my desk snacks with you."

Now that he'd restocked all the unhealthy ones.

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"I don't need desk snacks," Steve said. "I had spicy dill pickle chips, and they were almost worth the soggy sandwich."

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"You did it to yourself!" Ah, a familiar argument.

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"I did not," Steve retorted, sitting in his chair and frowning.

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"Did so," Danny replied, taking his own seat at his desk to sort through what was waiting for him there.

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Hopefully no one doing improbable things to dairy products! "Did not."

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They sure as hell better not have...

"Did too."

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"I shot you once, I'll do it again," Steve threatened.

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Danny tossed a mini-pack of Oreos at his head for that. Lovingly. So lovingly.

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"I thought you weren't sharing snacks," Steve said, snagging them out of the air.

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"Your blood sugar looked a little low." Uh huh, Daniel. Sure.