I haven't been myself since Lindsay Monroe left for Montana, although I refuse to admit that Montana has something to do with that. .
Then I find out that Mac and Peyton are going out. What? You mean Mac can get a date, and I, Danny Messer, can't?
Then I noticed Angell. Could the night get any worse? At least I could get along with Peyton. I tried just to work with Peyton, but then Mac left and I had to work with Angell.
The next day we went to question suspects. "Who's on first, here?" I noticed Angell laughing at the horrible joke. God, please, if she were any more annoying.
After we tracked down the guy subletting the apartment at the end of the morning, I didn't have to see Angell for the entire afternoon. I was rejoicing, Hallelujah.
I got sent back to the crime scene, and found another bullet, went upstairs and got the woman with the headache. Took her to the morgue.
Peyton wasn't happy with me. "Come on, you and Mac will be telling your grandkids about this someday." Cause it looks like I won't be having any. I can't even get a date. If looks could kill, Peyton would have murdered me then. Finally she agreed, just to get me off her back.
I wanted to go out and get the husband myself, but they forced me to take Angell. Not long after we put him in the car, Angell turned to me and said, flirtatiously, "Danny, do you want to go out for some drinks.. you know, a date?"
Gross. "You can't even wait 10 minutes to ask? G… M.., whatever your name is, I can't stand you. I'd go out with my mother before I'd go out with you." Angell's mouth dropped and walked away. Maybe I should try calling Montana.