Fic: Exit Strategies
Title: Exit Strategies
Author: Corona
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daniel/Marc
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Exit strategies
It had been bad enough arriving at the party and realising he'd slept with almost everyone there, including the hostess, and her daughter. It had been worse when Daniel had also realised that he couldn't remember any of their names, and all of them apparently hated him. However it had veered into embarrassing horror when it became clear what these people considered food.
He couldn't leave without someone trying to murder him, possibly with a fork, so now he was hiding in one of the upstairs bathrooms. No one was having a worse night than him, he was sure of it.
Why was he always the one that ended up sitting on the toilet floor at a party? His life is turning into some sort of awful comedy only one where people are murdered and the hero ends up dying a horrible gruesome death. 'Oh god let him not be the hero in this.'
He runs through his phone looking for someone that can help him escape a horrible party thrown by all these horrible people he's slept with but doesn't know at all without him looking like a complete bastard.
He's willing to be ruthless so he skips past Betty's name, pauses, skips back up and stops on Amanda. Amanda will know about escaping from awful parties surely? He presses dial, shoves the phone under his ear and taps his feet against the expensive but ugly bath.
"Daniel, hi!" It's not Amanda, it's Marc.
"Where's Amanda?" Marc makes a noise through the phone that's half disgusted and half amused.
"Oh she's currently indisposed due to a rather excitable blend of champagne and caviar." Daniel eyes the phone, it seems someone might be having a worse night than him after all.
"Can I help?" Daniel has to admit that it's a possibility. Marc is horribly inventive after all given the right incentive. It takes him just long enough to send a worried look at the locked bathroom door to decide. He tries to outline the problem without mentioning the words 'comedy' or 'gruesome death.' He does mention the word 'inedible' rather more than is probably necessary but Marc seems to have absorbed most of the tragic details.
"Ten minutes," Marc says simply.
"What?"
"Wait ten minutes." The phone goes dead and Daniel frowns at it. It's debatable exactly how his situation can change in ten minutes time-unless, yes, his father's right he is stupid when he's flustered.
He waits, tapping his feet on the bath and occasionally looking through the keyhole because clearly when he's flustered he is not only stupid but also lacking things like dignity and shame.
Someone knocks on the door.
It's either been ten minutes or two hours, and it's entirely possible that the women downstairs are lulling him into a false sense of security, he opens it anyway.
Marc looks the same as he always does, smooth, amused and like he's been dressed by a full team of Italian costume designers. He certainly doesn't look impressed at Daniel's post-bathroom hiding rumpled-ness.
He snatches up his wrist and hauls him out of the bathroom.
"They'll never let us leave." Daniel tells him. Marc waves a hand that says, in no uncertain terms, that Daniel is talking rubbish.
"Of course they will."
Daniel has never been pulled downstairs by a grown man before, it's quite disconcerting. What's also disconcerting is that everyone looks pleased to see him. The woman who'd been giving him looks like he was the anti-christ not half an hour ago even pats his cheek.
"He's pretty," she tells him and there's a strange jealous tone to her voice, even if Daniel does have no idea what she's talking about.
"Who?" Someone mutters in the background about 'being pretty but not very bright' and now Daniel knows they're talking about him.
Two minutes later he's been kissed on the cheek seven times, once very strangely by Marc, and now he's standing on the street mostly wearing his coat and it's cold.
"Wha?" He manages simply.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daniel/Marc
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Exit strategies
It had been bad enough arriving at the party and realising he'd slept with almost everyone there, including the hostess, and her daughter. It had been worse when Daniel had also realised that he couldn't remember any of their names, and all of them apparently hated him. However it had veered into embarrassing horror when it became clear what these people considered food.
He couldn't leave without someone trying to murder him, possibly with a fork, so now he was hiding in one of the upstairs bathrooms. No one was having a worse night than him, he was sure of it.
Why was he always the one that ended up sitting on the toilet floor at a party? His life is turning into some sort of awful comedy only one where people are murdered and the hero ends up dying a horrible gruesome death. 'Oh god let him not be the hero in this.'
He runs through his phone looking for someone that can help him escape a horrible party thrown by all these horrible people he's slept with but doesn't know at all without him looking like a complete bastard.
He's willing to be ruthless so he skips past Betty's name, pauses, skips back up and stops on Amanda. Amanda will know about escaping from awful parties surely? He presses dial, shoves the phone under his ear and taps his feet against the expensive but ugly bath.
"Daniel, hi!" It's not Amanda, it's Marc.
"Where's Amanda?" Marc makes a noise through the phone that's half disgusted and half amused.
"Oh she's currently indisposed due to a rather excitable blend of champagne and caviar." Daniel eyes the phone, it seems someone might be having a worse night than him after all.
"Can I help?" Daniel has to admit that it's a possibility. Marc is horribly inventive after all given the right incentive. It takes him just long enough to send a worried look at the locked bathroom door to decide. He tries to outline the problem without mentioning the words 'comedy' or 'gruesome death.' He does mention the word 'inedible' rather more than is probably necessary but Marc seems to have absorbed most of the tragic details.
"Ten minutes," Marc says simply.
"What?"
"Wait ten minutes." The phone goes dead and Daniel frowns at it. It's debatable exactly how his situation can change in ten minutes time-unless, yes, his father's right he is stupid when he's flustered.
He waits, tapping his feet on the bath and occasionally looking through the keyhole because clearly when he's flustered he is not only stupid but also lacking things like dignity and shame.
Someone knocks on the door.
It's either been ten minutes or two hours, and it's entirely possible that the women downstairs are lulling him into a false sense of security, he opens it anyway.
Marc looks the same as he always does, smooth, amused and like he's been dressed by a full team of Italian costume designers. He certainly doesn't look impressed at Daniel's post-bathroom hiding rumpled-ness.
He snatches up his wrist and hauls him out of the bathroom.
"They'll never let us leave." Daniel tells him. Marc waves a hand that says, in no uncertain terms, that Daniel is talking rubbish.
"Of course they will."
Daniel has never been pulled downstairs by a grown man before, it's quite disconcerting. What's also disconcerting is that everyone looks pleased to see him. The woman who'd been giving him looks like he was the anti-christ not half an hour ago even pats his cheek.
"He's pretty," she tells him and there's a strange jealous tone to her voice, even if Daniel does have no idea what she's talking about.
"Who?" Someone mutters in the background about 'being pretty but not very bright' and now Daniel knows they're talking about him.
Two minutes later he's been kissed on the cheek seven times, once very strangely by Marc, and now he's standing on the street mostly wearing his coat and it's cold.
"Wha?" He manages simply.