Graveyard
TV Night, Games Night and now, Dare Night.
Another of Ms. Stella Bonaseras great ideas. Or rather, a scheme to get her 'little brother' Danny Messer a night along with his newest and feistiest prospect.
"Montana, could you wait up a bit?"
Lindsay rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently on the ground.
"Just my luck that I get stuck with you tonight, Messer," she said, ignorant to Danny's feelings.
"Hey, no other guy would've worn that skirt and paraded in public, Montana," Danny pointed out, reaching up for support and hoisting himself up a cement wall, where Lindsay was already impatiently sitting and waiting.
"Eh, anyone would," she waved a hand in the air dismissively.
Danny shook his head with a short laugh. "You tough to please, you know that?"
"I know."
Danny smirks and is nothing less than impressed at her cockiness.
"So why are we at a cemetery in the dead of night again?" Danny asked.
Lindsay showed him a card in Stella's best block writing.
"Take a picture in an empty grave?" Danny whistled. "Stella is just getting crazier and crazier."
"You have a bad influence on her," Lindsay poked him in the chest before jumping off the wall and landing squarely on the earth.
"Hey, that hurt," Danny joked, following her springy leap unto the land.
"Come on, there's an empty one over there," Lindsay ordered.
"Yes Ma'am."
The place was deserted, hallowed and eerie. Danny felt like they were being set up for a bad ending horror movie. Cue the zombies?
"Hey Montana, you scared?" he teased, coming up to make scary noises in her ear.
"Danny, you're gay," she said, not in the mood but secretly willing not to shoe nervousness.
Danny just laughed. He knew nothing could scare Lindsay Monroe.
The hole was dug to perfect size – 6 feet under as the standard requirement. Lindsay beckoned with a hand to the grave and Danny gave her a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.
"Messer, I've don everything except that skirt thing and if I was a guy I would've done that one too… do you want to win this or not?" Lindsay sighed.
"Montana, I know we're forensic experts… but I'm really queasy about closed spaces. I'm sure you remember from my panic room incident…" Danny stepped away.
"Come on! I'm not tall enough to crawl out of there," she said. She had a point.
"Please?" She made an irresistible look.
He shrugged, unable to refuse her. He jumped into the hole and let her take the picture with her phone. He made a wacky dead face as she took it.
"That's going to be my wallpaper," Lindsay laughed.
"Haha. Okay, get me out of here," Danny begged.
"Quit being a girl, Messer," she teased, bending low to grab his hand.
Sometimes he wished she was like all the other fraidy girls… so he could protect her, be her hero, hug her when she was frightened. Score some macho points, maybe?
"Did you hear that?" Danny paused cautiously.
"It was a frog, Daniel."
Fat chance at that.