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[rude_not_ginger]

Mun is SOOOOO drunk at the moment...Whatever you want to do to the Doctor...GO FOR IT.

The Doctor sat at the pier just near the Hub in Cardiff.

Just relaxing, with a bottle of wine.

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[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

After catching sight of this on the CCTV, Ianto walked out toward the pier, his hands in his pockets, the wind catching his red-lined suit jacket as he moved.

He stopped just short of the Doctor's bench and stood still, eyes straight ahead. Finally, without looking over, he said, "Come here often?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Not terribly often," the Doctor admitted, offering the seat next to him to the man who approached him.

"It's been an interesting evening."

[hofficoffi.livejournal.com]

Ianto hesitated, almost imperceptibly, but he did eventually sit. He hunched forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and watched the Doctor for a moment.

"May you live in interesting times," he murmured wryly. "A curse, they say. That sort of interesting?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"You ever think that life didn't go quite the way you expected?" He asked, offering his bottle to the man next to him.

[tm-aurora.livejournal.com]

Jeanne-Marie was hesitant to approach The Doctor, she was endlessly intrigued by him and yet there was something about him that seemed to say 'Approach with Caution'.

"Bonjour Doctor," she said as she sat down timidly next to him.

OOC: Hooray for drunk! And I just couldn't resist....:)

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Hello!" the Doctor grinned broadly at the woman next to him and offered her his bottle of wine.

"Been too long, I think."

[tm-aurora.livejournal.com]

Jeanne-Marie could feel herself returning the grin, his was almost an infectious smile.

"Not too long," she said and took a small sip of the wine. "Didn't we just see one another briefly at Lorna's record party?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Very briefly," the Doctor admitted, "I was on Elvis Presley at the time."

[gotbottle]

Rachel seated herself on the bench beside the Doctor, smiling.

"So. Like... what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" she teased gently.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Drinking red wine," the Doctor replied with a wide grin. He offered the pretty woman next to him the bottle.

"Would you like?"

[gotbottle]

"Oh, well..."

She eyed both him and the bottle, and then grinned, shrugging a little as she plucked the bottle from his hands. "Sure. Why not? Thank you."

Rachel took a sip. "I'm Rachel Conway, by the way. It's nice to meet you, Mr... ?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Doctor," he replied, taking the bottle back from her and having himself a sip. "Just the Doctor."

He offered her back the bottle and looked out over the water.

"You're American, yeah? Did I miss Cardiff? I was aiming for Cardiff, but I don't always end up in the right place, you see..."

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

By some bend in the space/time continuum or another - hopefully one that wouldn't destroy two thirds of the universe - the Doctor happened upon the Doctor in a very Doctorlike fashion.

"Hello!"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor blinked, then grinned madly.

"Holy paradox, Batman! It's me!" He offered himself the bottle of wine. "Have a seat!"

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

The Doctor grinned an identical grin back at himself before plopping down next to him, taking the bottle.

"Ooh. Very good year."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it? Found a few hiding in one of those empty rooms in the back of the TARDIS. You know, I didn't realize I stored anything in there!"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

With a gust of wind and a hearty 'VWORP VWORP', the Doctor hopped out of the TARDIS bearing a Dunkin' Donuts strawberry-banana smoothie in an anti-gravity 'solid air' container from the 22nd century.

She came to a stop and sat down, cross-legged beside her past self. "Hello!"

Sluuuuuuurp.

Fast-food drinks are every bit as elegant as wine, really!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looked over at his female future self.

"Hello!" he replied with a wide smile. "Drinking healthy, I see. Well, Dunkin Donuts. Gone to the year that they take over most of North America yet?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Cheerfully, "Not quite. Been to the first Burger King-McDonald's war, though. Thought I'd never stop slipping in grease."

Beat.

"D'you know, I'm still not entirely certain who won."

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was quite aware that talking to one's self is a sign of insanity, and often an omen of impending disaster, but he decided to give it a go anyway.

"Taking a break?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor grinned madly up at his favorite former self.

"Oh, you know. Working for 245 years without break gives me at least 47 years holiday time."

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

The Doctor smiled back, sitting down beside him.

"At least. Why Cardiff?"

[smart-alec494.livejournal.com]

Cardiff? Please.

Alec leaned against a lamp post and just watched him for a moment. Wine? In this neighborhood? It was like wearing a sign saying 'Mug me I'm helpless and built like a twig.'

"You know, this is a crappy area to be having a picnic in. Lots of criminal types. I mean, I'm here after all." Yeah he remembered the man fromt he funeral.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Criminals? Here?"

What was that Winchester bloke doing here? He must've missed Cardiff by a mile!

He took a sip of his wine.

"Where am I?"

[smart-alec494.livejournal.com]

"Seattle, dude." He points up and over to the Space Needle. "Needle. Best cat perch ever. Where did you think you were?"