Daniel yawned loudly with the stench of alcohol back lashing him in the face while he stretched his arms out. He rose from the bed and looked to pull the covers up. While tugging on the comforter he caught a quick glance at his... hmmph manhood. Daniel acted quickly, picking up his boxers and jumping on one foot to get the other through, leading to his inevitable fall. After a loud thump he heard a light groan from the bed above. He peered above the mattress and spotted a strand of long brown hair that peeked out above the sheets. Finally he stood up and walked around the other side of the bed. Leaning in, Daniel peeled back the covers and squinted in an effort to identify the stranger in his bed. Instantly he recognized her and his eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. This isn't my room. Quickly he gathers his things and scurried towards the door that revealed his ajointing room. He slams the door behind him and leans against it, panting heavily.

"I think..I just slept with the devil."

Daniel heads down the stairs of the Hotel room and towards the Mode employees. Straightening his suit, he approaches them all, clearing his throat for their attention. When no one turns around he clears his throat even louder, but to no avail.

The chatting was immediately ceased at the sound of Wilhelmina's softly manicured fingers snapping together. Everyone turned to face Wilhelmina, seeing that she was the one who was able to effectively get their attention.

Wilhelmina turns to Daniel and waves her hand towards him. "Daniel."

Daniel looked her up and down in awe. How her hair flowed so freely, how her dress clung to her skin so tightly, how her eyes popped so brightly, how her chest-

"Daniel!." Wilhelmina's screech quickly brought him back to a brutal reality.

"Hmpmh?"

"Well..." She gestured towards the patient crowd as the watched Daniel fiddle with his tie nervously.

"I just wanted to thank you all for your cooperation in making our Nightlife in Paris shoot a success-"

"Some success." Wilhelmina stepped forward, cutting him off. "We were over budget and overbooked. Someone scheduled Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston together in the same seat on the plane. We had to book new models for the Haute Couture gowns that were RUINED on the flight over here because someone doesn't know how to wrap! And Betty scared off Brad Pit with her Bigfoot Eyebrows..I mean seriously, darling I can lend you a pair of tweezers."

Betty stormed off as the crowd's muffled laughter erupted into a roar of cackles raging from Kathy to Amanda.

"Snap!" Marc high-fived Amanda as the crowd dispersed into the lobby.

Wilhelmina turned on her heels to walk away but is stopped when Daniel grabs her by the arm. "That was not necessary."

Wilhelmina's eyes flickered from his arm to his face. "Maybe you have me confused with one of your little Vodka whores but what may be necessary is a butter-knife lobotomy if you don't get your hands off me."

Daniel quickly released his hold on her arm in which she stormed off hastily. Daniel ran after her and tapped her shoulder.

She turned around, her hands on her hips and her face contorted. "What?"

"Is this about last night?" Daniel asked, his eyes crazed between the moving crowds and the top of the staircase to see who was coming down them.

"What are you talking about?"

"We-we." Daniel moved her away from the reception desk. "We drank A LOT last night and then this morning I woke up and-"

Wilhelmina stopped him. "Daniel, as much as I enjoy this little drunken recollection of yours... I don't know what your talking about... I was at the photo shoot last night and then after hours of dealing with our bitchy diva photographer, I went back to my room...alone."

"But Wilhelmina, this morning I-"

"What? You had a headache...Well look at that I do too. Only it's not from binge drinking, it's from listening to you." With that she turned around and walked away from him, linking arms with Connor as he descended down the stairs.

Daniel watched as she laughed on his arm and he could only remember that distinctive laugh from the previous night.

"Hit me." She slurred, pointing towards her full glass.

Daniel laughed drunkenly. "Your glass is already full."

Wilhelmina threw her head back, downing her 7th glass. "Hit me."

"With what?"

"The works." She nodded as he poured the Vodka then Tequila then the wine.

"Willie?"

"Yes Danny." Wilhelmina answers as she rolls on her bed.

"Do you love him?" Daniel looks up as drunkenly serious as he could be.

"Jack Daniel's..oh Yes, My secret lova."Wilhelmina took another sip from her glass.

"No...Connor."

"Yeah, sure."

"Yeah, sure?" Daniel asked.

"Hey! I'm drunk off my ass...I don't even remember what we're talking about."

Daniel smirks. "We were discussing how hot our baby would look."

Wilhelmina laughs. "That saying, it takes after me."

Daniel crawls closer next to her on the bed. "Oh yeah."

Wilhelmina tilts her head sideways and downs the rest of her drink. "Yeah."Daniel leans in closer, stopping within inches of her face. Wilhelmina scoffs "Punk."

She gets up and wobbles, stumbling numerous times towards the Wine cooler. Daniel does the same and snatches the drink from her hands and staggering against her body, pushing her into the wall. His lips came crashing onto hers as his hands roamed her body feverishly. She hiked her leg on the root of his hip and moaned softly as he deepened the kiss even further and pulled her lip into his mouth to hold her tight at the hips. Quickly, he pulled away yet keeping the hold on her body and his face remained close to hers, foreheads almost touching. "Who's the punk now?"He hissed.

"Daniel." He turned around to see his mother approaching him. "Something wrong?" She asks, her hand resting heavily on his shoulder.

"Uh...No..Just...uh..Thinking."

Claire's mouth forms a small 'O' as she nods. "Hey...do you know what all that noise was, coming from Wilhelmina's bedroom last night?"

Daniel spins around and sputters nervously. "Why would I..know...what...the noise..was?"

"You two had ajoining rooms..." Daniel nods nervously. "Are you okay son?"

"Yeah Sure." Daniel answers subconsciously and walks away, rubbing his neck and mumbling under his breath.

"I've got to go talk to Connor."

Daniel inched up in his seat, his head directly between Wilhelmina's and Connor's headrest. He waited for the frumpy Flight Attendant to pass in order to avoid distractions.

"Connor...Psss...Connor."Daniel whispered.

Connor turned around in his seat to face Daniel. "Whatsup mate?"

"Come here." Daniel waived him over and scooted down a seat.

Connor turned to a sleeping Wilhelmina and slid his hand from underneath hers. Quickly he changed his seat next to Daniel. "What?"

"I need to tell you something...something that happened between me and Wilhelmina."

Connor laughed. "What did you two have another fight."

Daniel scratched his head. "Uh no-"

"Sorry to cut you off mate but speaking of Willie." He pulled out a small box and handed it to him. "What do you think of this?"

Daniel opened the box to reveal an engagement ring. "Wow."

Connor beamed with excitement."It's a 1/2 ct. princess-cut diamond nestled between two trapeze diamonds at the focus of a brilliant 14K white gold ring. Everything is beautiful amid the princess-cut diamonds that bring the total diamond weight to a breathtaking 1-7/8 carats."

"Wow."

Connor chuckled. "That's what the sales guy told me to tell people."Daniel stared down at the ring in awe. "What? Is it..Is it too much?"

"No." Daniel shook his head unconvincingly. "It totally looks like Wilhelmina."

Connor nodded and took back the box. "Thanks..Just gotta get it sized."Daniel nodded . "So what was it, you wanted to tell me?"

Damn it! He's gonna propose...I can't tell him now. I"Oh Nothing."

It can wait

Or Can it