AN: So this is the second fan fiction I've ever posted and I apologize if there are mistakes. R&R please!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: New York or Danny and Louie Messer, and Don Flack. I do however own the plot line and all the characters I came up with.
Danny leaned against the bar next to his brother Louie. It was his eighteenth birthday and his brother had taken him out for drinks. However it looked like he was paying because his brother was broke, but that was Louie for you. Danny finished off his beer and sat on the bar stool that was next to him.
"Come on, Danny, have another one!" Louie said drunkenly. "You need to loosen up!"
"Louie, I gotta get home an' I'm Mom's not stupid enough ta think I'm not drunk." Danny answered stubbornly. "Besides I don' think you're stickin' around much longer." He pointed to a group of boys in the corner who were trying to get Louie's attention.
"Ya don' mind do ya?" Louie asked. Apparently he still had enough common sense to think about his baby brother getting lonely.
"Nah, I don' mind." Danny said leaning back against the bar. He watched Louie walk towards the rest of the Tanglewood Boys. He settled in and looked around the room for a pretty girl he could flirt with for a bit. He sighed as he saw that everyone was already paired off and a slow song had started, so he sat off to the side at the bar.
"Can I get you anything, kid?" The bartender asked Danny.
"Yeah, a rum and coke." Danny answered. The bartender passed Danny his drink and then Danny sat there for a bit getting more and more bored by the minute.
"Frankie, find me the good stuff?" A man about Danny's age said walking up and sitting next to him.
"You got it, Flack." 'Frankie' said sliding 'Flack' his drink. The two men sipped there drinks quietly as the song changed.
"Are you new around here?" Flack asked Danny.
"Lived on Staten Island my whole life, so you could say yeah." Danny answered looking at the other man. For some reason Danny had a feeling that this was a guy was a lot more mature then his youthful exterior let on.
"How old are you?" Flack asked calmly. Danny didn't say anything for a minute. "Look Frankie's at the other end of the bar and I'm not about to rat you out, man. I mean I'd get booted too. I'm only eighteen!"
"So am I." Danny answered. "Actually, today's my eighteenth birthday and I was here with my brother who was supposed to be buying."
"Who'd he ditch you for?" Flack questioned.
"Some of his friends..." Danny replied knowing that if he went into too much detail and this kid told the cops he'd end up hospitalized. "What's your name?"
"Don Flack. What's yours?" He said offering Danny his hand.
"Danny Messer." Danny said shaking Flack's hand. "You play pool?" Danny asked gesturing to the pool tables.
"Yeah and I bet I can wipe the floor with you." Don answered.
"Wanna bet on it?"
"Sure I don't see why not."
"Twenty bucks?"
"Sounds good to me." The two young men shook on it and started playing. Frankie laughed silently behind the counter as they started because he had watched Flack beat all the other regulars at pool in the first week he started coming to the bar. Both men played expertly and a crowd had gathered before the end of the game. The end result shocked everyone as Danny held his hand out for twenty bucks after pocketing the eight ball.
"Nice game, man!" Flack said reaching into his pocket for the owed money and passing it to Danny. "That's the first game I've lost since coming here. We should play again next week."
"Yeah, we should." Danny agreed as Flack glanced down at his watch.
"Oh, shit!" Don yelled jumping up.
"What's wrong, man?" Danny asked.
"My parents are probably freaking out right now!" Flack said rushing to the stool he'd been sitting on next to Danny and grabbed his coat.
"Curfew?" Danny asked. Don nodded and looked at Danny.
"It's at one o'clock am every day. When's yours?" Flack asked curiously to his now drunk friend who was sipping away at another beer.
"Don' got one." Danny replied simply finishing his drink. "Can I get another beer?" Danny asked the bartender slurring his words.
"I really should go..." Don started looking at his drunken friend. He sighed. "Where do you live?" Danny spouted off an address that Flack wrote down one a piece of paper. "Leave that beer, Frankie. Come on, Danno." Flack led Danny out of the bar and hailed a cab. He handed the cabbie Danny's address as he climbed in. The cab ride was slow, but they eventually reached Danny's house. Danny had passed out in the cab, so Flack gave the cabbie instructions to wait for him and put his new friends arm around his shoulder and dragged him to the door. He rang the door bell.
"Hello? Danny!" His mother yelled answering the door. "What happened? And who are you?"
"Uh...I'm Don Flack, a friend of Danny's." Flack answered unsure of what the correct answer would be. "He got drunk and passed out in the cab."
"It's nice to meet you, Don, and thank you for making sure Danny got home safely." The woman said in a motherly tone. "I'm Barbra, Danny's mother...oh...could you help me get him to his room? He's to heavy for me by myself."
"No problem." Flack said kindly. Barbra put Danny's other arm around her shoulder and the two of them dragged Danny to his room and laid him on his bed. They left his room and Barbra closed the door.
"Thank you again." She smiled. "Do you need a ride home?"
"No, I have a cab waiting outside." Don replied before stepping out the Messer's front door. "Goodnight, Mrs. Messer."
"You can call me Barbra, dear." She said. Flack nodded and climbed back into the cab heading for home and the inevitable fight about not breaking curfew.
AN: So...there it is! Please R&R! Constructive criticism is welcome too!
