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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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[gotbottle]

"Uh..."

Rachel sat up a bit, thinking quickly. "Extra cheese, pepperoni, tomatoes, and mushrooms?" she offered, shrugging a bit at the Doctor to indicate he could veto any of those choices if he wanted to.

She had another drink from the bottle, and shifted, tucking one leg under herself, watching the Doctor with a bit of amusement. She was pretty sure she'd never had a pizza delivered to a bench outside before.

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The Doctor repeated the order and nodded. He then patted his empty pockets. Money. "Right! Okay. Yes. Okay. Um, no, no, you can charge Jack Harkness. Regular? Really? Oh, well, no, he won't mind."

He'd just owe Jack one later.

He hung up the phone and grinned. "Not a bad neighborhood, Cardiff. Well, most of the time. Well, some of the time. It's not that bad a neighborhood."

He took another drink of wine.

[gotbottle]

Rachel giggled as she listened to the Doctor arranging for someone else to pay for their dinner. "I hope you know this guy Jack," she said. "And you know that he'll, like, not care that you totally just did that."

She drew her other leg up, too, so she was sitting cross-legged on the bench, resting her forearms on her knees. "Yeah? I figured it couldn't be too bad, if you weren't afraid to be out here all by yourself, with, like, an open container and all."

The breeze coming in off the bay caught her hair, ruffling it gently, and she reached up and tucked it back behind her ears. "What kinda doctor are you? Like, medical? Something else?"