Yet another classic example of how my one-shot doesn't match the prompt. Maybe they started out with a vacation, and then a threat happened. Let's face it, that always happens when the Doctor tries to kick back.

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Writing Prompt #13: Vacation at a Resort Hotel

Characters: 11th Doctor, Clara Oswin Oswald

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Rating: K

"What do you mean, you 'panicked'?"

Clara flung her arms out in a hopeless gesture.

"You should know not to let me do things like that under high pressure!"

The Doctor sighed, adjusting his bowtie. "All I asked was for you to give the lady at the front desk our names while I took our stuff to our rooms. Was that really such a momentous task? We were already registered! And we both know that one of the guests is a blood-sucking monster who hates me and anything associated with me. All you had to do was-"

"Give her our names, I know!" Clara finished. "But I'm not good at making up names on the spot. And the lady was looking at me. Don't you ever get that feeling that if you wait for too long, the person starts judging you? Like when you go to the store, and you're putting your extra change in your purse, but everyone in line and the cashier are watching and judging you?"

"Never."

Clara sighed loudly, trying to keep up with the Doctor's long strides. He turned down one corner and started to descend a set of stairs. The smooth, deep brown banister was polished and shiny; the steps themselves were springy to the step and covered in lush carpeting.

"Besides," the Doctor continued, "you got your made-up name perfect! How could you mess up on mine?"

"Well, I'm better at girl names!" Clara argued. "And when someone asks me to think of a boy name, the first one that comes to mind is Archie, because I see him all the time!"

By now they had reached the bottom of the stairs, and had crossed the hallway to the entrance of the dining room. A man in a black suit and bowtie stood at the door.

"Good evening, Sir and Madame," he said, nodding politely. "May I see your registration cards?"

"Yes, of course." The Doctor reached into one of his many bigger-on-the-inside pockets, and drew out the two small cards with a flourish.

"Party of two, sir. One Miss Clarissa Winson, and the other…" He trailed off, fingering his own card and staring darkly at the name printed on it. Clara flushed red and ducked her head, trying to hide a laugh behind her hand.

"…Mr. Archibald Wallace O'Halley," the Doctor finished, laboring painfully over the name.

"Very good, Sir." Even the door-greeter was smiling now.

Grabbing their cards back, "Archibald" took Clara's hand and ducked into the dining room.

"Next time," he hissed to his amused companion, "I'm picking the names."