Detective Danny Messer

detdannymesser @ 2008-11-01T22:24:00

2008-11-02T02:29:17Z

Eh. I'm not feelin' up for Halloween this year.

If you're lookin' for me, I'll be the guy handing out candy.

Jay got anger management and community service for decking Flack. She really was sorry about the whole thing, but apparently that was falling on deaf ears. Then again -- she did deck a police officer. So who knows, really. I'm just glad the whole mess is over, and Flack isn't holding it against her. That would have just -- made things more awkward than they had to be.

detdannymesser @ 2008-10-27T13:51:00

2008-10-27T17:53:09Z

It's Halloween again? Already?

...Are we doing the group costume thing again and I missed the memo?

detdannymesser @ 2008-10-01T10:24:00

2008-10-01T14:25:18Z

Apparently Lani's sister thinks I'm "adorkable."

I have no idea what to make of that.

detdannymesser @ 2008-09-27T13:58:00

2008-09-27T18:00:08Z

Made it through drunk bowling without any damaged limbs or appendages.

...I think I can consider that a good night.

detdannymesser @ 2008-08-26T15:31:00

2008-08-26T19:35:18Z

It's one thing to randomly offer to cook because it's time to eat, it's another thing entirely to offer to reciprocate for no good reason. Now I have no idea what I'm going to cook for her. That's just fantastic planning ahead, Messer.

To: Connie Rubirosa
From: Danny Messer
Subj: Entirely random, feel free to not respond...

What did I cook for you that one time?

Danny

detdannymesser @ 2008-08-19T09:16:00

2008-08-19T13:20:44Z

Last night was -- interesting. Well, interesting probably isn't the right word, but it's the word that's coming to mind. They -- they couldn't have been more opposite from each other, and it's just -- it's been a while since I've done that.

The whole one night stand thing.

Not to say that this was a one night stand, but at the moment -- she could have plans never to see me again, and I could be okay with that. Just saying that -- maybe it'd be nice.

I don't even know anymore.

detdannymesser @ 2008-07-31T09:42:00

2008-07-31T14:02:31Z

Why do I seem to keep falling for girls who can't seem to fall for me in the same capacity? Lindsay gave me the same excuse Connie gave me earlier this year, and while that's all well and good -- at least she's finally telling me how she feels -- that doesn't really bode well for me, does it? That both girls are giving me the same excuse.

Sometimes, I don't even know why I even bother.

detdannymesser @ 2008-07-27T00:55:00

2008-07-27T04:56:25Z

Yankees: 10
Boston: 3

...Now that is the way to spend an evening.

detdannymesser @ 2008-07-22T10:15:00

2008-07-22T14:23:57Z

Headed down to the DA's office yesterday for a case. Peluso wasn't around, so I wound up getting the warrant I needed from Connie instead. It was nice seeing her, I guess. I hadn't seen her in a while, and she seemed -- good.

Lindsay heads home at the end of the week and I told her I'd have dinner with her the night before. Last minute, I know, but what else do you want me to do? It's been a long month.

The Former Country Girl - an RP Moment

2008-07-03T19:18:26Z

Danny had developed this habit of staring at the clock for a bit too long of a period of time. At least for today anyway. He knew that Lindsay's plane was going to land at eleven-thirty AM, and he couldn't stop himself from watching the clock to see when it would happen. When eleven-thirty rolled around, and he didn't hear anything about planes crashing or accidents coming out of the airport, he started to watch the clock, wondering if she would actually come down to the 1-6 or she'd just go to his apartment and wait for him there.

She still had a key after all. Could probably just let herself in and wait.

Then again, knowing Lindsay, she would call before she did that. In fact, he was banking on her calling first, so he could still have some time to get himself in the right frame of mind. So he was watching the clock, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. In fact, he was staring at the clock to the point where he thought that Lani would either ask him what he was doing or smack him upside the head.

Either way, it might have been enough to smack him out of it.

Eventually, he tore his eyes away from the clock as the evening rolled around, and the swing shift started to make their way in. He was just finishing up the last of the work he had to do for the day, running down the alibi for a guy who'd been accused of flashing the kids at a local summercamp (they didn't check out -- what a surprise), when a hand came down at the edge of his desk, and he was forced to look up at the face he'd really expected to call first.

"Hey, Danny."

He just stared, not knowing what to say, or even where to begin. But fact of the matter was, she was actually here. He never really did think she would actually come.

detdannymesser @ 2008-07-02T10:53:00

2008-07-02T15:00:40Z

So apparently, this is the week of the ex-girlfriends. Lindsay gets here tomorrow morning, and I ran into Connie last night.

She looked good though. Seemed happy. Seemed like she was seeing someone, but I didn't want to ask. At this point, I'd rather not know. I'm glad that she's there, and she's happy, but -- I'm not there quite yet. Whether I admit it or not.

Stella says I'm moping. She's threatened to throw Cassavelli at me on more than one occasion, and I keep telling her I'd rather not. Girl broke my nose when I was twelve for kissing her. I know how she feels when I'm making an ass out of myself, and I'm not looking for bodily harm at the moment. Just wallowing would be nice. And honestly, I was doing okay before this whole Lindsay mess happened.

She's only going to be here for two weeks. Two weeks, then she's gone back to Montana and I never have to see her again.

At least I had enough sense not to offer to put her up.

detdannymesser @ 2008-07-01T00:41:00

2008-07-01T04:41:58Z

Lindsay is back in New York in two days.

...I'm not sure how I wanna handle this.

detdannymesser @ 2008-06-16T10:15:00

2008-06-16T14:23:50Z

Things have been slow. A couple cases here and there, but nothing really ~~interesting~~ complicated. I haven't been out much -- not with the people I work with anyway, but I've seen Flack once or twice and Hawkes. Nothing all that interesting. Met my replacement over there too -- nice guy, I guess. Seemed kind of scared of me though -- no idea why.

Hey Millie -- does Ross still work down at the lab, or was he transferred elsewhere. I haven't seen him at all lately.

Lindsay gets in this weekend. Still don't know if I'm gonna see her or not yet.

detdannymesser @ 2008-05-12T11:04:00

2008-05-12T15:11:16Z

I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised that Lani said she'd slept with her C.O. She really doesn't seem the type, but I guess I just have to figure that it was a bit more than just to see what it would be like. She must have really cared about the guy, but that wasn't the point. The point is that now IAB is now crawling all over her ass for something he did, and that's really not their business. She's not a member of that squad anymore, so that's not her problem. Hopefully they'll lay off her eventually.

She said she's coming back in a few weeks for a visit. Wants to see me, say hi. Huh.

Stupid Move - an RP Moment

2008-05-04T14:03:15Z

[Set for last night.]

Danny made his way back into his place slowly, running his hand over his face. It had been a stupid move. It had been a very stupid move, and he never should have done it, but he did. He needed to know. He needed to know he at least had meant something to her before he screwed things up afterwards. He needed to know that he wasn't going to just be this guy she banged for six months because she was lonely and didn't want to be. She told him she loved him, right? That had to have meant something.

He knew that he had managed to screw things up afterwards, with the fight they had and everything else he'd done. He probably screwed up this too -- he didn't say it quite the way he was supposed to. He never said things the way he was supposed to, but this is probably one of those moments where it would have mattered.

He looked down at the box in his hands and sighed heavily. He'd wanted her to keep it. It didn't matter to him if she never wore it, or she buried it in the bottom of a box somewhere. He'd gotten it for her. He wanted her to keep it. But the fact that she wouldn't probably gave him answer more than anything else did. He clearly didn't mean as much to her as she did to him.

He left the box on his kitchen counter, before making his way to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer. Bruno was probably knocked out somewhere, and for once the place was quiet. Taking his beer, he made his way back into the living room, plopping down on the couch and just soaking in the silence. He picked up the phone, running down the list of the numbers to try and find someone he could talk to, someone who wasn't disowning him, or he'd previously got caught in the middle, or would have no concept of the situation at all. He needed someone who knew him well enough to get where he was coming from, or had been in this kind of situation with him before. And when he stopped scrolling and stared at the number he found -- he knew it wasn't the best idea, but he figured that he'd already made enough stupid moves this evening, what was one more.

He hit send and placed the phone to his ear, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. At first it was just the phone and he had a feeling he'd missed her, until there was a click on the other end of the line, and a voice he hadn't heard in months.

"Lindsay Monroe."

For a while, he just lost his nerve, and couldn't say anything, letting a long silence hang between them. She waited, patiently, before speaking up again.

"Hello?"

He swallowed. Now or never.

"Hey, Montana."

"...Danny?"

Placing the Blame - an RP Moment

2008-04-25T14:46:03Z

[Written as a realmof_themuse prompt response for and_dontgetcute, and I’m crossposting it here, because it was based in SIU canon. Also, I seem to fail at posting today, so if there're any errors I should know about, please lemme know.]

“If I really wanted your advice, I would have asked for it, Flack,” Danny sighed as he settled back in the booth. Flack looked at him over the edge of his beer, both slightly skeptical and possibly the slightest bit worried, but he knew that Danny wasn’t going to acknowledge that anyway.

“Sometimes you don’t have to ask for it, Messer—sometimes you just need it.” If anything was the God’s honest truth when it came to Danny—that was it. Because he had fucked this one up royally, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“I know I screwed up. I know that I didn’t handle things in the best way. But you gotta admit that she came outta nowhere with this.”

“Danny—”

“I know, I know. Doesn’t matter.” The blond man ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I’ll apologize when she gets back. She’s probably already landed by now.”

“She’s goin’ somewhere?” he frowned, confused.

“Death in the family,” Danny said with a shrug. “She had to go to Spain.”

“Sorry to hear it,” Flack nodded, before taking another sip of his drink. “Guess she’s having a rough week.”

Danny snorted slightly at that, drumming his fingers absent-mindedly against the table. Flack just shook his head as he continued drinking, and Danny looked up at him again, before shifting so that he was leaning forward on the table more. “When I was in Hoboken, and you had to let her into my place—”

“Thank you, for that—by the way,” Flack replied, shooting him a look. “Because that wasn’t awkward at all.”

“Anytime,” Danny said with a smirk. “But what I was going to say, before you decided to throw your two cents in, was—did she seem—?”

“What? Like she was upset by the fact that she had broken up with you two days earlier, and she just found out that you were with your ex-girlfriend in Hoboken?”

“Hey—”

“I know you didn’t do anything, because Maka would kick your ass if you even tried, but she didn’t, Messer. So yeah, she was a little upset. Plus, I think your dog kind of got to her.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, before shrugging slightly. “What can ya do?”

“You could have not made an ass out of yourself.”

“Hey—she picked that fight.” Mostly true. But Flack knew that Danny was fine with taking the blame for this. Flack knew he was never going to accuse her of that to her face, but that was how he felt. He didn’t know why Danny was just going to take the fall for the mess it turned into, but he was. Besides, Danny picked fights on a regular basis—he probably didn’t mind just taking the fall for it and having that be that.

“You really liked her, huh?”

“I was with her long enough, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Flack nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess you were.”

Danny nodded slowly again, before taking another sip of his beer. “Now, can we please talk about something else?”

“By all means,” Flack said with a quick nod, before leaning back in the booth. “So—how ‘bout them Yankees?”

Hoboken - an RP Moment

2008-04-22T12:40:29Z

[Set for Sunday. But posted today because I'm slow.]

"How much longer are you going to be taking up my couch, Messer?"

Danny pinched his eyes closed at the sound of her voice and winced. Maka didn't have a particularly shrill voice -- it was the volume that was the problem. Picking up one of the nearby pillows, he placed it over his head before responding. "Maka -- hangover."

"Hangover?" she said with a slight smirk, before moving to sit next to him. "Well, I can talk louder if that makes things easier for you."

He let out a slight groan of pain, before pulling the pillow tighter around his ears. "I hate you."

"Good," she replied, before giving him a slight smack on the back as she got up. "Then you won't sleep with me."

He poked his head up as she left before speaking. "This may just be the hangover talking, but if I told you I didn't hate you that much, would you smack me?"

"Yes."

"Okay -- got it." He then buried his head back in the couch again, and Maka gave a heavy sigh before walking back over.

"Danny -- I get that you're hurting right now, and you want to feel better, but -- sleeping with me ain't gonna fix it this time."

"Why the hell not?" he said, giving her a look.

"You were with the woman for eight months -- that's almost a year."

"Can we not talk about that?"

"Look -- that's a long time for you. I think you just need some time to yourself for a while."

He grumbled slightly under his breath, before pushing himself up on his elbow. "Just one thing."

"What?"

"In bed -- "

"I do not want to hear about your sex life with another woman."

"I'm not -- it has to do with my sex life with you."

"What, then?"

"I -- my performance -- "

"Are you trying to ask me if you were good in bed?"

Danny gave her an innocent look before shrugging. "She insinuated otherwise."

"You took what could have been a fairly amiable break-up, and turned it into an all out public brawl," she said, giving him a look. "Of course she's going to fight dirty."

He smirked back at her. "So is that a yes?"

"That's a you do alright," she said rolling her eyes. "And really -- don't ask me that question again."

"Noted," he said with a nod, before burying his face in the couch again. Maka just rolled her eyes and got up to go into the kitchen to make coffee. This was going to be a long day.

To: John Munch
From: Danny Messer
Subj: (none)

Won't be in today. Got stuck in Hoboken. I'll be there tomorrow though.

Messer

detdannymesser @ 2008-04-18T20:16:00

2008-04-19T00:17:09Z

Well, shit.

detdannymesser @ 2008-02-03T22:09:00

2008-02-04T03:10:25Z

Now that's what I call a Superbowl.

Mass E-Mail

2008-01-23T15:20:04Z

To: [Insert name of Danny's friends/NPYD Affiliates here]
From: Danny Messer
Subj: SUPERBOWL

I am throwing a party. If you are recieving this e-mail, you are invited, but let's keep this low key, alright? If you want to bring a friend, emphasis on the lack of a plural, that's fine, just run it by me first. You are also to bring your own beer/drinks (at least a six-pack a piece should work), as I will be providing the food.

Please not that this party is open to fans of both teams, however, let's keep things neutral, alright? (And I know coming from me, that sounds kinda funny, but I don't want to have to arrest anyone for assault.) You're allowed to cheer when your team scores and complain when the other one does, but don't heckle other team for no good reason. Let's keep things friendly.

Flack, this means you.

So, anyway -- my place, about an hour before kick-off. You don't have something to drink, you're not getting in, and there's a deli right around the corner from my place, so you have no excuse. See you then.

Messer

OOC: Superbowl Sunday, I should be around pretty much all day, and I will be watching the game live. If anyone whats to show up for pre-game stuff, that's fine -- I'll make a chat as soon as people start becoming available.

detdannymesser @ 2008-01-03T11:05:00

2008-01-03T16:06:20Z

I hate cats.

With the exception of Aurora on a good day. But otherwise?

I hate cats.

detdannymesser @ 2007-12-13T09:22:00

2007-12-13T14:26:41Z

OOC: This is a canon event that aired yesterday (so spoilers for 411: Child’s Play, though I’m not sure that would matter to anyone but me) and I’m adapting it to fit SIU, because there’s no way any Danny of any ’verse wouldn’t feel something like this, and he was due for some drama anyway. Needless to say, he’s going to be emo and AWOL for a while, but still try to reach out to him. And he’d love for someone to get him nice and drunk—other than Flack, anyway.

Munch, it’s Messer. I’m not making it in tomorrow, and Friday’s kinda up in the air as well. Just thought I’d let you know, I’ll explain when I come in.

Flack opened the door to see Danny standing in front of it, hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. Danny was, in truth, the last person he had expected to see. He had heard about what had happened, but he figured he would be off doing other things, not sitting here with him. And he wasn’t going to lie about how he was confused, because there was just no point in that.

“Messer—what’re you doin’ here?”

“Was wonderin’ if you’d mind if I crashed here tonight. I—I can’t be home right now.”

Flack’s frown deepened. “Sure, but what about Connie?”

Danny just shook his head. “Not tonight.”

“Nina?”

“You’ve got the better booze.”

Flack smirked slightly at that as he let him inside. “And what makes you think I’m gonna get you drunk?”

“What’re we gonna do, we’re gonna sit around and talk about our feelings?” Danny sniped back with a slightly bitter laugh. “Don’t give me that shit.”

Flack laughed. “Fair enough, fair enough. I’ll go get the booze.”

“Good,” Danny sighed, before walking in and flopping down on the couch.

Flack returned with two shot glasses, a bottle of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He placed them down on the coffee table, before pouring the two shots and sliding them in front of Danny.

“Not gonna drink?” Danny frowned as he took the first shot and threw it back. Flack held up the bottle of beer and shook his head as he sat down.

“Not if I’m baby-sittin’ you. If I’m wasted as fuck and then you start puking? We’re gonna have a problem.”

“I gotcha.”

“Not that you should be puking anyway, mind you,” Flack said giving his friend a look. “And if you feel like you’re going to, I want to know well in advance so I can get your ass the toilet, otherwise you’re cleaning it up when you’re hung over.”

Danny grinned slightly. “Don’t worry about it—no puking here.”

Flack smirked before leaning back against the couch and taking a sip of his beer. Danny threw the other shot back, before leaning back on the couch for a minute, closing his eyes in thought. Flack waited until Danny leaned forward and started to pour himself two more shots, before he spoke up again.

“So how did you know this kid anyway? Hawkes said something about him living in your building?”

Danny nodded. “Him and his mom lived down the hall. Single mom, want to make sure her and her kid were safe, so—she looked up the cop in the building.”

“Makes sense,” Flack nodded. “I bet she didn’t take this well.”

Danny just shook his head as he threw back the first shot. “She’s a mess, man, but can ya really blame ‘er?”

Flack shook his head. “Nah—guess I can’t.”

Danny was quiet for a moment, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t tell her. She stood there, and she told me to tell her he was fine, and I couldn’t do it.”

“Danny, there was nothing you could have done.”

“I should have stayed with him,” Danny muttered. “I shouldn’t have stopped for the shooting, I should have made sure he got home first.”

“You were doing your job, Danny.”

“I was off the clock—at the moment, he was my job. And I didn’t do it.”

“Danny—”

“I couldn’t protect him. He was a little kid, Flack. He trusted me, how was he supposed to take care of himself?”

“You did your job, Danny. You did your job, and sometimes stuff like this happens.”

Danny glared up at him. “That shit supposed to make me feel better.”

“No, but beating yourself up over it won’t either.” Flack sighed.

“Just let me get plastered in peace, will ya?” Danny said quietly, downing the second shot, and Flack shrugged.

“Fine. Whatever you say.”

detdannymesser @ 2007-12-11T15:52:00

2007-12-11T20:59:46Z

Posted all around the various NYPD bullpens:

POOL TABLE FOR SALE

Balls and cues are included. If interested in a very well taken care of pool table, please contact Detective Danny Messer, SVU. Will take any offer, so long as it's a reasonable one.

In the middle of the fliers is a picture of a relatively nice pool table. Also included on the fliers is Danny's desk phone number, and department e-mail address.

Nothing much has been really going on for me. Been spending time with Connie and Lani. Nina's been avoiding me like the plague, but according to Lani, she got laid, and if she's avoiding me, that means she doesn't want to talk to me about the details. Which means it wasn't a very healthy situation.

I will track her down and bug her about it eventually.

Otherwise, I haven't really been doing much. Christmas is coming up, which means my mother is going to start calling me soon, asking me if I want anything and dropping hints on what she wants. Dinner's at my sister's this year, so I don't know if I'm exactly invited, but I'll probably at least drop by to see my mother either Christmas Eve or Christmas morning. If I'm not invited, I'll probably go catch a movie or something. If I am -- free dinner. Can't argue with that.

An Ex Evaluation - an RP Post

2007-10-30T12:41:21Z

"So -- what has this girl got you doing?" Kaile Maka asked as she sat down across from Danny in the booth at the diner. Danny looked up at her and gave her a confused look.

"What girl?" he frowned. "Who said anything about a girl?"

"Stella did," Maka smirked.

"Stella did, did she?" Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Well, Stella should learn to keep her big mouth shut."

"Are you saying she's lying?" Maka asked, rasing an eyebrow.

Danny hesitated for a minute. "Yes?"

"Nice try," Maka smirked, before leaning back in the booth. "So what's she do?"

"Don't even want to know who she is?"

"That's a minor detail considering I'm probably never going to meet her."

Danny rolled his eyes before responding. "She's an ADA."

"I thought you hated lawyers."

"Yes, well -- my record with detectives wasn't that fantastic. I decided to try something new."

"I see," Maka nodded. "So what's she got you doing?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every girlfriend you've ever had has gotten you to do something you don't normally do. With me there was family dinner," Maka sighed. "With Monroe, there was pool table sex."

"How do you know about that?" Danny said, eyes wide.

Maka grinned back at him with a shrug. "I'm the ex-girlfriend. I hear things." Danny buried his face in his hands, and groaned loudly, and Maka ignored it before continuing. "So what's she got you doing, Messer?"

He pulled his hands away from his face before shrugging slightly, and leaning back against the cracked leather of the booth. "We went to the ballet." Maka started laughing. Hard. Danny looked kind of insulted. "What're you laughin' at?"

"I'm just trying to picture you at the ballet," she fought out, once she managed to get her breathing under control, but not for long, because she only started laughing again.

Danny just buried his face in his hands again. "You know Maka, out of all the things I miss after moving to SVU, you are not one of them."

"Don't you dare segue on me, Messer, we'll get to that particular bit of dumbassery later," she said, giving him a look. "I want to talk about how this girl is turning you into an actual boyfriend."

"See, now you're just jealous because you couldn't do it," he smirked, and she gave him a look.

"If I wanted that from you -- which I didn't -- I would have done it. Trust me, I had you whipped."

"You've got every man on the force whipped."

"Yes, but you were my favorite. It's why I agreed to sleep with you in the first place."

"Yeah, and that worked out so well for the both of us," he rolled his eyes. "We started fighting, what? A week after we hooked up?"

"Yeah -- but the more we fought, the better the sex got. I call that progress."

He laughed, before shaking his head. "OK, there's some things about you I miss."

"Glad to hear it," she said, before leaning forward on the table, her face sobering slightly. Danny knew that look, and looked down at his own coffee.

"Are we moving on to the dumbassery now?"

"Do we want to?"

He closed his eyes a bit. "Not yet. Let's talk about you first."

"What do you want to know?" Maka asked, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"How the hell you got involuntarily transferred to Hoboken?"

Maka smirked slightly before shaking her head. "You know -- it's a really funny story -- "

It's Goin' - an RP Post

2007-10-24T13:21:52Z

Danny waited until Lani had left for the day before picking up the phone and dialing Hawkes' extension at the lab. It had been a while since they had talked, and he didn't want to have to have conversation with him, with Lani breathing down his neck. Not that she would. It would just feel like she was.

He drummed his fingers on his desk as the phone rang, waiting for him to pick up, befre there was a dry click! on the other end of the line, and a familiar voice. "Sheldon Hawkes."

"Hey, Doc."

"Danny? Long time, no see."

"Tell me about it."

"Where have you been? Flack said he's been seeing you around, but you don't drop by anymore."

"Yeah, well--I've been swamped. Plus I had to break in a new partner--"

"Break in? I have a feeling it was the other way around, Danny."

"And what makes you so sure o' that?"

"I know you. And I know that she's female."

"Why does everyone thing that every female I work with has got me whipped?"

"Because they usually do."

"No they don't. And that's besides the point."

"Well, what is the point then?"

"I was wonderin' if you wanted to get together sometime. Maybe meet my partner, I could let you two chat, maybe you could go to a movie--"

"You trying to set me up on a date, Messer?"

"What? No, not at all. I would be there for a while. And then after a while, I would go away."

"It's a date."

"Alright, maybe it's a date. But she hasn't been on a date in a while, she's new to the city--asked me to set her up with a nice guy who's not Flack."

"She was specific about Flack?"

"She's friends with Nina."

"Ah, I see. Well, what's in it for me?"

Danny glanced around for a minute, making sure that Lani wasn't really around, before starting up again. "She's hot, man."

"Really?"

"Hawaiian, gorgeous, legs up to here--beautiful woman. And she's smart too. She can just--come on a little strong."

"So why aren't you dating her?"

Danny grinned, "I have my own girl, thank you very much."

"Already?"

"What can I say? I still got it."

Hawkes laughed, before there was a long silence. "No expectations, right? Just a date."

"Just a date."

The man on the other end sighed before nodding. "Alright, I'll do it. Call me with the whens and wheres."

"Thanks, Doc. I owe ya one."

"You bet your ass you do."