A/N: based off a bumper sticker I saw on facebook. Strong Language
Disclaimer: own nothing.
Drabble 1: 50 States
"I am not drunk, the ground just won't stop moving, thank you very much," she said as she did her best to walk in a straight line, hardly succeeding "Messer." She hissed as she just missed colliding with a fire hydrant. "damn piece of shit." She said as she kicked the red object.
"Montana, come on. Let me take you home." Danny pleaded as he attempted to steady her.
"Don't touch me scum bag." She barked yanking her arm from his grasp. "Where am I?" Lindsay asked looking up at the buildings, almost as if she was waiting for an answer. Then her head snapped back down to focus on him. "Yeah, and don't call me Montana, ass."
"That was quick." Danny said under his breathe but knew she had heard it.
"Do you call Rikki Jersey? Cause that is where she's from." She said as she stopped at looked at him waiting for an answer, she smirked when she saw the hurt flash through his eyes. "Is that like some type of sick goal with you? Try and nail girls from all 50 states and since you can't remember their names, just call them by their home state. Is that what Montana is all about?" She asked as she started to walk again. "Tell me New York, was Alaska any good?"
"Stop it." Danny said defensively, as he chased after her and watched her make a wrong turn in the opposite direction of her place. "You know exactly what Montana is all about."
"Aw…is the baby gonna cry?" Lindsay asked mockingly, then sobered quickly. "Oh that's right you are Danny Messer, void of all emotions."
"Would you just shut up and let me take you home?" Danny barked getting frustrated with her, he had seen her drunk but never had he seen her this drunk or mean.
"Why is it some how your fault my dad died and now you want to pity fuck me to make the pain go away, to feel nothing." She all but spit venom at him whipping her head around quickly, he was sure she gave herself whiplash. "Well then go ahead Messer, you and your magical dick, make me feel nothing." She stopped and stared at him, waiting for an answer, a reaction, anything to show he cared. She watched as he kept coming closer to her with an unreadable look in his eyes, stopping right in front of her, their noses just touching.
"I love you, that's why I want to take you home, not so I can pity fuck you, just so I can hold you while you cry." Danny whispered as he raised his lips to her forehead, placing a feather light kiss.
"YOU are such an ass." Lindsay whispered back. "How come you're allowed to hold me while I cry, but when something terrible happens to you, you run to another woman?"
"Because, I was weak and if you saw me weak, then you would've thought I couldn't protect you, so I ran, because I'm an ass." He whispered he hadn't told her this yet, mostly because she hadn't been calm enough to hear it. "But I swear to God, it'll never happen again, I'll never run again. I'd say trust me, but I've broken your trust, just give me a chance to rebuild it, I'll make us work."
"I know you will, asshole, but what if you do this again, I think I would die if this happened again, if it doesn't kill me this time." She said as she laid her forehead against his chest. "My father would shoot you, not just once, probably take a shot gun and shot you right in the balls, then probably the head, you know after you suffered from the blast to the balls." She giggled. "I love him Danny, I miss him."
"I know you do baby." He said and kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"But he never hurt me and I miss him, you hurt me a lot but I still miss you."