Author's Note: The 365 Project is an experimental project to write and post at least one short every day for the next year, not including my semi-regular bi-weekly updates. Whether or not that goal can be reached, we'll see... This is The 365 Project, 13 February.

When he learns that Ember's doing a show in Las Vegas, Danny decides to go make sure she's not up to her old tricks, but That Old Vegas Cliche strikes again.

Disclaimer: "Danny Phantom" and all associated characters and situations are created by Butch Hartman and used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit.

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"After The Show"
By; J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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Twenty-Five year old Danny Fenton sat up in bed with a groan that caused him to wince, the very sound grating to his already aching head. Stifling another groan, Danny blinked as he tried to get his mind working at full again.

'Okay... Who, what, where, when, why, how, right?' Danny thought as he blinked again, 'Uh, where... uh, Vegas. Tucker found out that Ember was booked for a show at one of the hotels and I came out here to make sure she wasn't up to her old mind control tricks again, I remember that. Heh, remember Ember...'

'Ember, that would be who, anyway," Danny slowly shook his head so as not to make himself want to throw up, 'Yeah, Ember spotted me in the audience, had me brought backstage after the show... some-reason she decided we needed to 'catch up on old times'... like I didn't see her in the Zone a few months ago.'

'How... right,' Danny winced, 'Her idea of 'catching up' involved drinks...'

Which probably explained why his mouth tasted like old carpet and he felt like he'd throw up if he moved too fast, now that he thought about it. He had a feeling that to make things worse not only had he been drinking, but he had mixed his liquors since he was faintly remembering tequila, vodka and something called a 'Sonic Screwdriver'. He couldn't remember the details of that last one, but he could faintly remember voices talking about it...

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Danny looked at the drink in his hand thoughtfully, "It's blue."

"If you're wanting something blue, Baby-pop," Ember twirled a finger through her blue hair, "I've got a better idea..."

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He groaned softly as a thought occured to him, 'Had we really ended up doing bodyshots off of each other? Geez, what else did we do last night?'

By now, Danny had managed to focus enough that he could actually take a look around the room he had woke up in.

"This isn't my room," he muttered, "I wonder where... oh."

Danny's comment was cut short as the bed shifted when someone else moved drawing his attention to bare shoulders and loose blue hair framing a milky-white face with no trace of the person's trademark make-up pattern.

"If Ember's here, then this must be her room. I wonder how I got here?" Danny suddenly froze and tried not to shout as the implication of that fact hit him...

"I slept with Ember!" He gasped, it wasn't like he was a virgin anymore, but still, this was Ember McLain, ghost, rock star, occasional would-be world conquerer... and appearantly heavy sleeper, something for which Danny was giving silent thanks since it was giving him time to figure things out.

Danny started to put his face in his hands, then he realised that something wasn't right with what he was seeing, so he pulled his hands away and looked at them.

"Shit!" He didn't swear often, he didn't like to swear, but if anything called for a little profanity, this was it.

It was also loud enough to wake up the woman next to him and Ember sat up with a groan and grumbled in a sleepy voice as the blanket piled up in her lap, "Ugh... what? It's too early for anything but sleeping."

Danny tried not to pay attention to the flawless skin that was now uncovered, instead focusing on one of Ember's hands.

"Double-shit!" Danny swore again.

Ember rubbed her eyes and blinked at him, "You swore. Not well, mind you, but I didn't know you could swear, Dipstick."

With his right hand, Danny grabbed her left and held it up for her to see, putting his own left hand next to it, "You don't think this is worth swearing over?"

Ember jerked her hand free from his and clenched her fists, phasing through the blankets as she rolled out of bed to stand on the floor in all her bared glory, "Where's my guitar?"

Danny tried not to laugh, "You're waking up in Vegas with a guy in your bed, both of us are naked and..."

He raised up his left hand and waved it, "Sporting brand-new matching jewelry... and your first question is 'where's my guitar'?"

"Yeah, 'where's my guitar'," Ember snapped at him as she gave the bed a sharp kick, "Because I need it to kill you with, Dipstick! Tell me you're wearing something!"

Danny slowly shook his head, causing Ember to swear.

With gallows-humor, Danny remarked on her choice of word, "I think we did that already."

"This can't be happening," Ember started to rant and pace the floor, leaving Danny to try not to focus on the way her hair flowed down her body when it was undone or how all her parts moved with each other with every step she took, "This cannot be happening! I'm a rock star, fercryinoutloud! If anyone finds out that I had a drunken Vegas wedding, it doesn't matter if it gets annuled, we divorce or what, my career is over - I go from starring at rock concerts to starring in trashy tabloids!"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Danny demanded, trying not to pay attention to the evidence that as a ghost blue was Ember's 'natural' hair color.

"No! This is your fault!" Ember turned to glare at him, "If you hadn't had to be nosy, none of this would've ever happened!"

"Hey, I'm not the only who had me brought back stage or suggested we go out drinking!" Danny retorted.

Ember looked upward as though seeking divine intervention - whether that was supposed to be a sudden gift of insight or a lightning bolt from the heavens striking Danny being up for grabs, "Maybe it's not legit, there's got to be something that makes it not legit - no marriage certificate, no parental consent, something..."

"I'm old enough for parental consent not to be involved," Danny commented, "So that's definitely not it. Why don't we try finding our clothes and seeing if there's anything with them first and then go from there if there's not?"

The comment about finding their clothes caused Ember to take a good look at Danny - which wasn't easy to do at the same time as trying to ignore what ten years of fighting ghosts had done to shape his physique - and herself, causing her to loose another blast of profanity.

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Somehow, in the chaos that their appearant sexual escapades had turned Ember's hotel room into, Danny managed to find his shirt and his boxers. Unfortunately for him, the strapless bra and tight pants that Ember had managed to find had done little to hide her figure, which in turn did little to stop him from wondering just what they had done between returning to the hotel and waking up that morning - much less before that. Then he heard something that stopped him in his tracks.

"Good news and bad news," Ember announced.

Danny looked over towards her, "Good news... Kitty and Johnny somehow found us and it's their idea of a prank and we can hurt them for it? Bad news... Dani somehow found us and it's her idea of a prank and we can't hurt her for it because she's my sister?"

"God, I wish," Ember groaned, "Good news is I found your pants..."

When she threw the aforementioned article of clothing at him, Danny had to step to the side to catch them in his hand rather than with his face. As he began putting them on, he asked the question he wasn't sure if he wanted an answer to or not.

"What's the bad news?"

Ember bowed her head and raised a piece of paper so he could see it, "This was in your back pocket."

Staring at the marriage certificate that he didn't need to see, knowing Ember wouldn't have considered it 'bad news' if it didn't have their names on it, there was only one thought that could form into words for Danny to say, "How does 'Til death do you part' work when you're a ghost?"

Ember looked up and glared at him, "You're asking me? Right now, I'm having about as much trouble with recalling last night as you are, dipstick, which is the only reason I haven't gone all Skulker and skinned you to hang your 'pelt' on my wall."

"Just tell me this..." Ember's new husband sighed, "We weren't married by Elvis were we? That would be a cliche too far for me..."

Danny's new wife's glare deepened, "I know that didn't happen, I might've been drunk enough to marry you, but there's no way I'd let another rock star shine on my moment, dipstick, not even The King."

"So, what do we do, get an annulment?"

That was the wrong question for him to ask, because now Ember had teleported across the room to grab him by his shirt and slam him against the wall.

"Did you not hear what I said about trashy tabloids, dipstick?" Ember snarled in his face, "I'd rather be married to you for eternity then end up on the cover of one of those rags!"

"Uh, don't I get a say in this?" Danny repeated his earlier question, only for Ember to release him with one hand and use that freed hand to grab his left and shove it in his face.

"You had a say last night, dipstick," Ember countered, "Guess what you said? 'I do'. Since for some reason I said the same thing, we're now stuck with each other and stuck with having to make this look like something it's not. There's only one way out of this for my career to survive and you know what that is, Dipstick? You're going to play the loving husband, attend all my concerts and be waiting with a rose or something when I come offstage. We're going to act so in love that people get sick of watching us and move on to some other celebrity couple for their kicks. Then, when these stupid rings are yesterday's news, you'll be free to go back to that goth of yours, because we'll be divorced so fast you're head'll be spinning - get me?"

"Sam and I split up," Danny muttered.

"Do I look like I give a shit at the moment, dipstick?" Ember snapped, "So you've got one less person to explain things to, whoop-dee-shit."

"I can explain eloping," Danny said, rubbing the back of his head nervously with his free hand, "It's the fact that I got this drunk that's gonna cause my mom to make me a whole ghost instead of just a halfa... could you kinda let go of my hand, by the way? It's starting to go numb..."

Ember looked down in surprise and a touch of horror to notice that the dipstick was right, not only did she still have his hand, but somehow she had entwined their fingers together when she wasn't looking.

'How the hell can my body be betraying me at a time like this?' Ember complained mentally, 'I'm trying to make a career without mind control, I don't need distractions like this, do I?'

A rebellious part of Ember's brain supplied the answer, 'I do. Shit, that's what I said, wasn't it? Why does the dipstick have to both know about me being a ghost and be hot? Really hot... So hot any girl in her right mind would jump at the chance, so why the hell am I trying to argue myself into thinking it's a bad thing for him to be all mine for now? Shit...'

Realising that Ember was too distracted by whatever she was thinking, Danny resorted to a dangerous tactic to loosen the deathgrip she held on his hand; he gently rubbed the her hand with his thumb until her hand relaxed, all the while trying not to think of other things Ember had that he'd rather rub.

'I had to end up married this way to a girl I've had fantasies about for the last ten years,' Danny winced mentally, 'If she doesn't end up killing me, the sexual tension will do me in. How the hell am I supposed to divorce her in a few months when all I want to do right now is rip that bra off her and pick up wherever we left off last night? Dammit...'