Ok. So it's all starting to unravel now. Danny can't get out of meeting Nick, and Nick knows that someone who works with Lindsay - oddly enough called Danny! - is in love with his sister. Or at least, 'in like'. And Lindsay's admitted that she likes Danny, and Meg and Stella are not going to let that drop...

Thanks for the reviews, and apologies for not posting as frequently as before - work kind of buggers things up like that.

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Making his way across the crowded bar, Danny was slightly confused by the panicked expression on Don's face, but instantly forgot about it when he found himself wearing two bottles of beer. A voice from his side was apologising profusely, and Danny fought back his instinctive need to flatten its owner, instead peeling his sodden jacket off, finally catching the eye of the still apologising culprit.

Danny's night then went from bad, bypassing worse and landed in what could be seen by some as a complete and utter disaster zone.

"Hey! It's you! Oh man, I am SO sorry. It's so crowded in here, I really didn't see you, and – "

"It's ok, Nick" Danny said, suddenly realising why Don had been looking so shocked when he'd seen Danny. "Really, it's ok" he sighed.

Nick, however, had no idea what Danny was thinking. "Listen, we've got a table over the back there, why don't I get some more beers as an apology, and you can come and watch the game with us? Don't worry about Don, he's a friend of my sister's, and I've been grilling him about this guy who apparently really likes her – you know, being the overbearing big brother and all that. Anyway, I owe you a beer, so – " Nick turned and waved over at Don, who eventually waved back, not having figured a way out of the disaster that was waiting to happen. " There he is – you go and sit down, I'll be back in a minute"

Nick turned and began to fight his way back to the bar, as a soggy Danny made his way over to the table. Dumping his beer sodden jacket on the table, Danny peeled his black v-neck jumper off too, his white t-shirt mostly dry before slumping sown on the bench, honouring Don with his most evil look.

"Ok, so Don, let me just say that it's been nice knowing you. And that I forgive you for whatever is going to happen when Nick gets back with the beer. I do. I forgive you." Danny's smile made Don shudder.

"There are some that won't forgive you though, and I would watch out for Mac and maybe Stel for a while. And as for Montana, I'd definitely watch out for her. She's got my back. She'll get you for me. You won't know how, or when, or even where, but she'll get you. I can promise you that" Leaning forward, Danny ran a hand through his hair, before looking up at Don.

"What the hell were you thinking? What are you doing here – and with HIM?"

Flack opened his mouth to reply, but Danny beat him to it. "I mean, you DO know who he is, right? You do know that? You do realise that - oh hell, smile, he's coming – you do realise that he's Montana's brother, and he's going to tear me into tiny little pieces when he realises that the Montana I was on about last night is his baby sister? You DO know that, right Don? You get that, do you?"

"You two know each other?" Nick asked, placing three beers on the table, having caught the very end of Danny's tirade.

"Er…ah, yes, yes we do," Don said, thinking on his feet. 'This is, ah, this is, Dave."

"Danny! That's it!" Nick suddenly blurted out. "It's been driving me up the wall, I mean I know I was drunk last night, but I'm usually good with names, and for some reason, I could NOT remember yours. Just came back to me though, cos it's the same as one of the guys where my sister works, the one that Don here says likes my sister. Don, you ok?"

Don flinched, reaching down and rubbing his shin where Danny had kicked him – hard.

Blinking back tears of pain, Don nodded, glaring at Danny. Danny suddenly began regretting his rather impulsive reaction as he saw Don's eyes brighten, and a certain smile find its way across his face. Don's smile widened as he saw Danny's reaction.

"Ah, hello? What's going on?" Nick asked, looking from one to the other.

"Yeah, I know Danny." Don said. "He's a good friend of mine," he told Nick, reaching over and clapping Danny on his arm – the still bandaged arm, the one that bore the tattoo that had started it all.

"He is? Then why'd you call him Dave? Actually, forget that, I've got a more interesting question," Nick said, a sudden grin lighting up his face. "I've just remembered something."

Danny swallowed hard, has blue eyes flitting to Don, begging him not to do it.

"Danny here has a new tattoo. He told me all about it last night. It's all coming back to me." Nick grinned. "'Montana Mine' it says, 'cos Danny here has had the good sense to fall for a girl from Montana. Now what I want to know Don, is do you know who this mysterious 'Montana' is and, more importantly, does she know how lovesick our Danny here is? Actually, does she even know he exists? You know what? I reckon we ought to call her up and tell her all about it!"

Nick grinned at Don, laughing aloud at the expression of terror that Danny was now wearing. "What?? Honestly, you New Yorkers, no bottle, the lot of you. Don's been telling me about this other Danny, the one who's – how do the British put it? 'keen' on my sister, and hasn't done a thing about it, and here you are, another Danny, more than 'keen' on your Montana girl, and you wimp out too?"

Nick took a swig of his beer, and then dug around in his jacket, his phone suddenly on the table in front of them. "Prove me wrong. Prove that New Yorkers aren't wimps. Come on, you're not drunk now Danny, and you've got me and Don here to back you up. Call her, man, and tell her how you feel!" and he slid the phone over until it stopped in front of Danny. "You know what? I bet she likes you just as much as you like her. Go on! Put us all out of our misery."