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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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"Good thing," the Doctor nodded, taking another drink. "Needed to refuel and Cardiff really is the best place for it. Except for Antarctica, but there aren't any penguins on this pier, so I don't think I landed there. Would've got myself stranded if I missed, I think!"

This was...really enjoyable, actually. Just talking to another person without too much hanging over his head. It made him feel wonderfully normal, like he belonged rather than just being a permanent tourist.

"You're stranded? Really?"

[gotbottle]

She shrugged again, tucking her hair behind her ears. "It happens. I mean, I won't be stuck permanently. I'll be okay. I'll get picked up again."

She settled into her seat, relaxing a bit. "I found myself here, and saw you, and thought you seemed like a friendly person. And I was right. So. Here we are, me waiting, you refuelling. What's so special about Cardiff for refuelling?"

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"Special kind of fuel," he nodded. "Not a lot of places have it. Get the right vehicle, you have to make sure the petrol's right for it."

He put the bottle on the pier between them.

"Sounds like a plan, Rachel. There's even a pizza delivery about two blocks down should we get hungry." He grinned. "Who're you waiting for? Friends?"

[gotbottle]

"Huh. That makes sense. You, like, totally can't put the wrong gas in your vehicle. You'll screw it all up and then you're completely screwed."

She flashed the Doctor an impish grin and plucked the bottle out of his hand again. "Pizza is awesome. I love it. We can stay right here. And yeah. I'm waiting for a friend. He can, like, fly. We got separated. I'm sure he'll find me. I'm not freaked at all."

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He could fly? Must've had a rather small plane. Still, Cardiff was the sort of place where that was expected. And it was good that she wasn't 'freaked' as she called it. Cardiff was the sort of place one easily became jaded in.

"Well, I'm certain they're still open..." he pulled out his phone and flipped through the address book until he found the pizza place.

"Right, hello! Yes, I'm out on the pier a block from your shop. Yes, yes, that one. No, I'm there. Right now. Right, can you send over a pizza with---" He gestured to Rachel to provide toppings.

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"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.

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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?"