This was inspired by the original tele-novela "Yo soy Betty la fea." It will get worse, before it gets better.

"So what do I do now? We had drinks, conversation, I even managed to ignore our hot waitress. I think she's becoming interested, I just don't know if it's enough yet." Daniel said, Becks ordered another round of drinks. Daniel wasn't sure how many drinks he had, all he knew was that Becks was running behind. "Relax Danny, she's coming along nicely. You can't rush it too much, you'll scare her away, plus it's more fun this way." He said handing Daniel another drink. "Fun for you maybe, you're not the one who has to go through with it." Downing the drink and moving on to Beck's. "I've done worse, plus she doesn't have a bad body; just a horrible sense of style."

"I haven't really looked at her body, I'm usually too blinded by her clothes." He said somewhat incoherently.

"Well look next time." He said looking at his phone, "I'm off, have someone waiting for me. Before I go let me call a ride for you."

"No, I can call myself," Daniel said.

"OK, later." Becks left him alone at the bar. Daniel looked around, wondering who he'd be taking home tonight. He shouldn't have drank so much, most of the people around were blurry. One more drink and he'll go home, once he's there he can call a number of women. The bartender came over when Daniel signaled him. "Another scotch."

"Sorry man, can't serve you anymore. I'll have one of the doormen get you a cab."

"No, I'll call for my car, I don't take cabs." Daniel told him, the bartender looked at him amused. Daniel fumbled with his cell, he couldn't get the thing to turn on. Damn Iphone, it's supposed to work when you touch the screen. The bartender watch Daniel become more and more frustrated. He finally snatched the phone out of Daniel's hand and started scrolling down his contacts. He could find anything that said car service, everything was by name with no description, except for one. There was a contact labeled assistant, no name, just assistant. He called the number, if she was his assistant, she'd know who to call.

Betty woke up from her phone ringing, grabbing it off her table she saw it was Daniel. Why was he calling her so late. "Hello," she answered half asleep.
"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you," that wasn't Daniels voice. "I'm Jason, a bartender at Uva. I have a man here, he's pretty drunk. I don't know his name, but his phone had you labeled as assistant. Can you tell me who to call to get him home, I doubt he remembers his address right now." She couldn't believe it, Daniel said he was going home. Betty sat up in her bed, she had to go get him.

"Thanks for calling, I'll be there in about thirty minutes."

"OK, I'll see if he'll take some coffee."

"Thanks," Betty said hanging up. Getting dressed to save him, once again, she found herself getting frustrated. I'm just his assistant, she thought to herself, this is my job. What was she expecting, that all of a sudden, he'd change his ways. This was Daniel Meade, he thrived off of sleeping around and getting drunk. Yet he lived a secret life, where he actually cared about hings and people. Stop thinking about it, he's your boss that's all. She was so tired, all she managed to get on was a shirt and a pair of yoga pants. It's not as if anyone would see her, she was gonna take him home and come right back. She called for Daniel's driver and waiting outside her house. The traffic wasn't bad at four in the morning, the car got there rather fast.

Walking into Uva, after some argument with doorman over her outfit, she spotted Daniel at the bar. He was asleep, his head on his arms on the bar. "I guess when you're rich, dignity isn't an issue." She said to herself, walking up to the sleeping Daniel.

"You're the assistant, huh." She looked up to see the bartender. "Yep that's me, I prefer to be called Betty." Sticking out her hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jason."

"Well thanks for calling me, I'll get him home." She tried shaking him, to get him up.

Daniel cracked open one eye, "Betty? What are you doing here?"

"Taking you home, looks like you had a bit much to drink. Ready to go?"

"You're not wearing hideous colors, my eyes don't hurt." he mumbled out.

"OK, lets go. That's good, lean on me a little, I'll help yo- Ouch." They both tumbled to the floor, she has under estimated his drunkenness. Jason cam around from the bar and helped her up. "Thanks, Now what do I do with him," she said. Daniel was sprawled on floor, at least he was awake.

"Let me help him." Jason bent down and help Daniel get up. Half carrying him, he took him out to the car. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. It would have taken me forever to get him out."

"No problem, not the first time I have to carry out a customer."

"Did he tip you? Did he even pay his tab?"

"Yeah his friend tabbed him out earlier. Tipped me a hundred percent, so don't worry."

"Great. Well thanks again, bye."

In the car Betty looked over at Daniel, how was she gonna get him to his apartment. She couldn't carry him and the driver was too old to help. "Daniel, wake up." He cracked open his eyes, "Too tired."

"You need to wake up, we're here. I need you to help me walk you up."

"Fine," he grumbled.

They made their way to his apartment, at snail speed. Betty found his keys and opened his door. She walked him all the way to his room, waited till he layed down and started leaving.

"Betty," Daniel called from the bed.

"Do you need anything before I leave?" She asked him.

"Yeah, um... I was curious about something."

"OK, what is it?"

"I was wondering... can I see you naked?" Betty's mouthed dropped at his request.

"What? OK, you've had way too much to drink. So I'm gonna ignore that and leave."

"I'm not asking cause I'm trashed. Becks and I were both wondering what you look like naked, so... what do you say."

"I say no! I can't believe you were talking about that, with Becks. I'm leaving, I will see you at work on Monday." She stormed out of his apartment.

She couldn't help it, she felt embarrassed, did they spend their time making fun of her? Here she thought Daniel was actually a nice guy. She tried to ignore the thoughts in her mind, but they kept repeating themselves. Becks and I were curious, he said. She'd only met Becks once, and already he was making fun of her. She wasn't looking forward to working on Monday, not at all.