A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Red Light: Refuge

Synopsis: Dan becomes a wanted man for all the wrong reasons. He's raising hell and bringing everyone with him.

Days. Days. Days. Dan's foot tapped on the carpeted hotel room floor as he paced back in forth. Arin would be there in a few moments. True, Dan had invited him, but the stakes felt way too high. He would attempt to seduce cocaine out of him. It'd already been days. His hands trembled as he fidgeted. Everything ached. 

"Hey, babe," Arin murmured as he entered the door. 

"Hi," Dan replied, his breath hollow as he held out a bottle of champagne. "I wanted to apologize...for everything, so...here."

"Aw, little cat, you didn't need to..."

"Don't get too excited. I totally stole this from the kitchen. Still, I wanted to share it with you."

Arin smiled though he was still a little suspicious of Dan's sudden kindness after their biggest fight. Still, his reluctance melted away when he pressed his lips against Dan's. Their kisses were like deep, vulnerable gaps in time that felt unmatched by any other kiss to be shared with anyone else. 

"Will you go get us some cups from the bathroom? I'm gonna slip into something you might like," Dan murmured. 

That was enough to get Arin off his guard. Anything about Dan's body was enough to melt his will to fight, so he eagerly walked to the bathroom in search of cups. 

"You know I hate fighting with you, baby," Arin began, kneeling down near the bathroom counter. 

"I know, daddy," Dan muttered, gripping the neck of the champagne bottle with both of his unsteady hands. "It was my fault anyway," he went on, stepping into the bathroom. 

Breathe, Danny thought. Just breathe. 

"You know I love you, right," Arin mused, still digging around for cups. 

"I love you too," Dan answered, raising the bottle above his head.

Arin just barely had time to turn around before Dan brought the bottle of champagne down on his head, knocking him unconscious. The green glass shattered almost immediately and Arin lay bleeding on the floor. Dan dropped the neck of the bottle that was still clenched tight in his slender fingers. He knelt down and searched for any source of cocaine or any money to buy what he needed. He found a wad of cash and a small baggie which immediately set Dan at ease. With that, he shut the bathroom door and bolted from the hotel room. Clad only in the boxer shorts he'd been wearing and a worn out Ramones t-shirt, he ran down to the lobby, slamming into whoever had just entered.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, I'm so sorry," Dan nearly shouted as he tried to rise to his feet. 

"Dan, what's wrong," that familiar voice inquired.

"Bri-"

"You're shaking, sweetheart, are you alright?"

Dan's body shook violently as he tried to get up again. He stumbled a few feet only to collapse in Brian's arms. 

"Oh god," Brian murmured, lifting Dan over his shoulder and practically sprinting from the hotel lobby.

He  threw open the door of his small car and dumped Dan in the back seat. He tried to catch his breath as he thought of what to do. Almost immediately, he turned the key in the ignition and began speeding towards the closest hospital. At every stop light, Brian peered behind him at the back seat, checking to see if Dan was even still alive. He swerved into the dimly lit hospital's parking lot and jumped out immediately, carrying Dan with him. 

"Excuse me," Brian practically shouted in panic at the receptionist at the front desk. 

"What can I help you with, honey," the receptionist with a strong Southern accent chirped before seeing Dan's limp body. "We'll try and see what we can do."