AN ~ After much deliberation, I was reliving one of last year's mega family parties and how much I had wanted to get out of there. This, prompt 'party' stemmed from that feeling.

Prompt 10: party

Characters: Amy/Rory

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Escape

"So how did you two meet?" An old lady with a gold dress and too much make-up handed Amy a glass of champagne. The Scot reapplied her smile and told the story again.

"We went to school together. Yeah, he told me he was in a band, but then he had to learn guitar so I wouldn't figure out he was lying. It took us ages to finally get it out though. It was my friend Mels who finally made the penny drop."

"That troublemaker friend of yours? Well at least she was good for something, eh?" The woman laughed, finished off her champagne and moved away. Amy ground her teeth together and tried to resist the temptation to skull the champagne. At this party, nearly everyone she had talked to had found some way or other to insult Mels. While it was offensive enough that they be insulting her best friend, they were also insulting her daughter. Of course they didn't know that, and of course they didn't know just how many times Mels' "trouble making" had saved their lives, but it still annoyed her.

"Amy!"

"Rory, thank God!" She slipped out of her seat and hurried across the room to him, trying not to make it look like his friendly face was oxygen to her. "I swear, if one more person-"

"Wow. The champagne of your dress really brings out the fury in your eyes," Rory said with a false sense of artful knowledge about these things. Amy huffed.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes and dragged Rory to the dance floor, glad to finally have an escape from all the strangers criticising her newlywed life.

"No I'm not," Rory protested as they settled into a snowball. "I'm delivering a message...sweetie."

Amy's eyes lit up, and they stopped turning.

"You mean..." Her voice was hushed, but barely restrained. Rory turned his head slightly, as if he were about to look up and over his own shoulder. Amy followed his gaze and saw River Song and the Doctor, arm in arm, looking down on proceedings from the shadows on the second floor.

"Shall we?" Rory bowed and offered his hand to lead Amy away from the dance floor. Grinning, she took it and the two of them fled the scene as quickly as possible, all too willing to abandon the painful party for a Christmas in the TARDIS with their criminal mastermind daughter and her madcap alien boyfriend.