He's got her whole world in his hands....or something like that.
Who: Don Flack & Lindsay Monroe
What: Alcohol fuels demand for answers.
When: Last night (after Dean's birthday party)
Where: starting at Flack's door.
Rating: PG? Shouldn't get too bad.
Ever since Christmas, when Flack presented her with that odd gift that was some inside joke, and started to tell her things, Lindsay had wanted more. She didn't understand why he didn't want to tell her things. The most she could get from him was that apparently she and Danny hung out all the time, which wasn't a huge shock because Danny was her best friend.
She missed him actually. A lot.
And the fact that even Danny wouldn't tell her things....
She just wanted answers, and she knew Flack had them. She'd been avoiding him slightly since that night, mostly caught up in things going on around the castle. And maybe a part of her didn't want to know whatever it was he wasn't telling her. Either way, she needed to know whether she was going to like it or not. Avoiding the conversation really wasn't going to get her anywhere, which she was starting to realize tonight.
Tonight had her enjoying some down time at Dean's birthday with a couple of drinks. It wasn't until the end of the evening, after those couple of drinks, that she was really starting to think about it all again. Then there was some walking around alone in the darkness, and a lot more thoughts. Normally she might have just walked it out and gone back to her room, but something was different tonight. As she walked she got more irritated, and it wasn't going away.
Soon she was taking her irritated walk right up the hallway to Flack's room, and she started knocking on the door. And knocking. And knocking. A determined Lindsay Monroe was always very determined.
What: Alcohol fuels demand for answers.
When: Last night (after Dean's birthday party)
Where: starting at Flack's door.
Rating: PG? Shouldn't get too bad.
Ever since Christmas, when Flack presented her with that odd gift that was some inside joke, and started to tell her things, Lindsay had wanted more. She didn't understand why he didn't want to tell her things. The most she could get from him was that apparently she and Danny hung out all the time, which wasn't a huge shock because Danny was her best friend.
She missed him actually. A lot.
And the fact that even Danny wouldn't tell her things....
She just wanted answers, and she knew Flack had them. She'd been avoiding him slightly since that night, mostly caught up in things going on around the castle. And maybe a part of her didn't want to know whatever it was he wasn't telling her. Either way, she needed to know whether she was going to like it or not. Avoiding the conversation really wasn't going to get her anywhere, which she was starting to realize tonight.
Tonight had her enjoying some down time at Dean's birthday with a couple of drinks. It wasn't until the end of the evening, after those couple of drinks, that she was really starting to think about it all again. Then there was some walking around alone in the darkness, and a lot more thoughts. Normally she might have just walked it out and gone back to her room, but something was different tonight. As she walked she got more irritated, and it wasn't going away.
Soon she was taking her irritated walk right up the hallway to Flack's room, and she started knocking on the door. And knocking. And knocking. A determined Lindsay Monroe was always very determined.