What Did I Do?

by BiblioMatsuri

And then Sam is going to kill both of us, again. 150 words, future-fic, complete. Rated for implied activities. (If you ain't old enough to tell what's being implied, you ain't old enough to be reading about it.)

From somewhere in the blurry nowhere-land of the mostly-asleep, Danny heard an unfamiliar voice and shot up out of bed. Then he doubled over, clutched his forehead and tried not to puke. Ugh… What bus hit me?

Experimentally cracking one eye open and finding the added pain manageable, he scanned the room. Then he rubbed the sleep-sand out of his eyes to double-check. Yes, there was a scantily-dressed woman in that bed, and yes, his shirt was missing, and those were definitely kiss marks-

At this point, his brain blanked out and rebooted, bringing new and humiliating memories with it.

Right. I let Tucker plan my bachelor party. "I'm going to kill him," Danny hissed.

Froze. Looked at the clock on the nightstand. Reassessed his priorities. "Right… I'm getting married in twenty minutes."

If he flew, he'd have just enough time to shower and change, and Tucker was so dead.