When the noise of Dana dumping her heels arose, Harm caught the calculating look in Trick's eyes and he snorted. "Here," he said, withdrawing Trick's phone from his pocket and holding it out to him. "You have that 'I need to Instagram this right now' look in your eye," he chuckled, following Trick's gaze and seeing it on the shoes rather than the woman who was - shit, she was going to sleep! He laughed again as Trick spoke of carrying her and getting her to one of their places but the solution was much simpler, in Harm's opinion - they should keep her awake and find out where her place was.
He hurried forward, split-second considerations firing in his brain as he headed for Dana. The fact that Trick offered his downstairs couch meant that he was considering taking them to his house for the night. There was something thrillingly intimate about that that trumped mention of his place. Harm's place was easy, no-one else lived there and they wouldn't be disturbing anyone if they dragged a drunken woman in to sleep off her intoxication.
Trick's was a family house, with his father and little sister living there. For that reason, Harm would certainly suggest they go to his place and not burden the Fallowses with Dana... but it would be laced with disappointment. He loved the idea of seeing Trick's family again and of being invited to stay the night in their home. It made him feel warm and fuzzy and accepted. Also, he knew that Trick had organised with his little sister to teach her to surf in the morning, so going there would make sense. Dana was a complication, though.
In amongst all this rapid thinking, Phoenix suddenly appeared on the other side of Harm, causing him to halt his progress towards Dana in order to perform a loud, arm-flailing, eye-bugging mid-air pirouette of shock. "HOLYFUCKINGSHIT!" he screeched, his heart rate tripling in an instant as he landed boggling at the handsome club owner in wide-eyed disbelief. "What the fuck man!" he panted hoarsely, his free hand clutched to his chest in a fist and the one holding Dana's flask wielded defensively in front of him like he might punch Phoenix if he got any closer. "Where the fuck did you come from? What the fuck even are you?"
If he hadn't been lost in the miasma of an adrenaline dump and fifty spikes of fear, he'd never have been so brash as to ask such a thing but, in the heat of that terrified moment, it felt like a perfectly legitimate question to pose to the creature that had instantly appeared out of thin fucking air right beside him! He edged slightly closer and swiped the bottle of water out of Phoenix's grasp for good measure coming to his senses enough to slip Dana's flask into his pants pocket with some difficulty (his hands were shaking).