A/N: So this is quite a sequel…more so just a oneshot. But hope ya'll like it anyway!
Danny sat at the bar in Sullivan's, working on his second beer. He slowly and carefully peeled the label off the first bottle and therefore didn't notice as Don Flack entered the bar and took the seat next to him. Flack nodded at the bartender who proceeded to bring him his usual. Don observed Danny and noted there was only one other time he had acted like this. It was the night Louie had been attacked and the doctor told him it didn't look good. It was the only other time Danny had allowed himself to look so down-trodden. Despite the front Danny put up, Don knew it was times he allowed himself to look how he felt that Danny needed someone the most.
"What's up, bud?" Don asked.
"Doc. It's doc. What's up, doc," Danny said, turning to Don with a half smile. "And you claim ta've been a cartoon-junkie through the Academy."
Don wasn't buying it. Danny wasn't getting off that easy. "Seriously, Dan, what's going on?"
"I'm scared shitless."
Don stared at Danny. What would scare Danny so much that he'd openly admit it? What trouble had he got himself into? Oh please tell me he hasn't gone and shot someone, Don pleaded with the higher powers.
"Why?"
"I've done somethin' that's gonna change my life forever. One way or another- it's gonna change."
"Dan-o, stop being cryptic. What's going on?"
Danny said nothing but reached in his pocket and pulled out a small blue-velvet box. He placed it on the bar between himself and Don. Flack stared at it a moment. Was that what he thought it was? The box was unmistakable but could it really be?
"I bought a ring for Montana," Danny confided quietly. Flack laughed. No, that wasn't right- he didn't just laugh: he down right bellowed such a loud laugh that half the patrons in Sullivan's turned to see what was going on. Danny looked mildly embarrassed and punched Flack on the arm. "Ass."
"Seriously?" Don said after he had gotten control of himself. "You look like someone died because you're gonna ask Lindsay to marry you? You kiddin' me?" Danny scowled.
"What if she says no?" Danny was blunt. Bluntness was one of Danny's character traits but not when it came to his emotions. Then he was always skirting around the topic. Needless to say, Don was thrown off guard. He contemplated what to say to convince Danny that Lindsay would never say no but everything he came up with didn't seem strong enough. The man was tough to convince of anything. Danny must've been thinking during Don's silence because he continued:
"What have I got ta offer her, huh? My small apartment, my ties ta Tanglewood, my fucked up family? Don- she'd be crazy ta say yes. Why in the hell should I worry about her saying no? There's no way in hell she'd say yes." Danny frowned further, realizing his beer was gone. Signaling to the bartender for a third, he started speaking again. Don listened.
"But, hey, we've come this far right? Why'd she ever agree ta go out wit' me if she wasn't able ta see past my drawbacks? She's got ta see somethin' in me. But what if it's not enough ta marry me?"
The barman came over with a beer for Danny but Don shook his head and threw down money for his and Danny's drinks. "You've had enough, mate. You do bad things when you're worried an' drunk." he explained to an annoyed Danny. He resumed staring hopelessly at his beer-bottle. Don couldn't remember a time aside from Louie that Danny needed him more. He could only think of one thing to say.
"You want to know if she'll say yes or no, right?" Danny nodded. "Then there's sonly one way to find out."