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Your muse has just decided to reveal something about themselves that they have never told another living soul to a friend or close confidant. This particular secret leaves the other party stunned. Write it or roleplay it out, don't be afraid to tread into dangerous waters.

In the end, of course, he would blame Donna. Because it was clearly her fault.

Oh, no, it couldn't just be a simple series of trips and adventures, could it? No, a few adventures and then suddenly she wanted to be taken somewhere where she could get alcohol she'd never tried before. In space.

"All of time and space at your disposal and you just want me to find you an intergalactic bar??"

"Oh, come on," Donna had said. "All of time and space and you haven't found one yet?"

Well, the Doctor had traveled with Jack for a while. His intergalactic rolodex was full of a variety of space bars (and phone numbers for women and men Jack had picked up there). Well, he wasn't one to deny Donna a little fun (and she really was old enough to make her own decisions on alcoholic intake), so he set the coordinates.

"I don't know if your metabolism could handle some of the drinks out there, Donna. Are you sure you want to try?"

"I'll judge that one myself. Always have been good at figuring out how many drinks before I need a breather."

So, the next thing the Doctor really could recollect, he and Donna were slouched over a table, with a wide variety of strangely-shaped shotglasses around them. With typical ethyl alcohol the Doctor could control his metabolism and keep himself from getting drunk. With hypervodka? Well, he was finding himself rather pleasantly pissed.

He tilted his head. "Are you sure this was a good idea, Donna?"

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Donna took a moment to answer the Doctor, busy nursing the hypervodka to her lips. She couldn't imagine what he meant by 'good idea', though. Distantly, she recalled the warning on her metabolism. That conversation was blurry now, much like everything else in her vision. Was that what he meant?

"It was a great idea. We both needed a break anyway." she said, setting down her glass with the smile of someone only sort of aware of her surroundings. "You were right, though. This place is fantastic. You don't get pubs like this back home. Especially ones with Hypervodkas." Then she paused. "Drinking alien alcohol. First time there."

That was ridiculously funny, actually.

"I could take you to the stars of Paterine Six and you could sit under a rain of starshine, instead you're drinking hypervodka in a pub. I'm a horrible influence on people, I should've told you 'Paterine Six! And nowhere else!'"

He swallowed another shot of hypervodka and shook his head as the alcohol burned down his throat.

"Oh, you're old enough to make your own decisions on what you can and can't do, I think."

Donna nudged him, feeling wonderfully playful.

"This is one of my better decisions, even." And it was, too. Not many could say they'd taken a break from time travel for a drink in space. "Could always go to Paterine Six afterwards. You've got a handy blue box for that."

Of course, Donna had a feeling that she'd be spending the next day or so in bed with a massive hangover. But for all she knew, there were magical hangover cures in the future on whatever planet they were on. "What sort of place is this, anyway?" she asked.

"It's certainly not a bad one," the Doctor grinned madly and pushed her another shot. "And this...uh, this is a bar in the Pseudo Gamma Quadrant. Usually reserved for poets and artists."

A few military-type men passed by their table and the Doctor's eyebrows knitted together.

"Course, it is Saturday. The TARDIS is probably missing." And another shot!

Donna watched the military men pass, making a funny sort of face.

"Don't look much like artists to me," she said mildly. She was, however, distracted by the drink. "She goes missing a lot, seems like. Or has something happen to her. Goes through a lot..."

But then Donna leaned across the table and said, "...It's Saturday?"

"Yep." He looked at his watch. "Around 6.20, actually. Well, Earth time. They don't judge it by Earth time here. It's much more...mathamatical."

He leaned forward as well and in a conspiratory whisper added, "On Gallifrey, they measured everything in base seven. Do you have any idea how annoying that is to learn when your Mum tells you everything in base ten?"

Donna tried to imagine base seven, then snorted. "That's just silly. Just sounds overly complicated to me. Why'd your mum go differently, then? Did she think it was stupid, too?"

"No, she didn't count time like that," the Doctor downed another shot of liquor. A robot waiter floated past them and deposited seven more shot glasses full of the liquid.

"I love this place. Excellent service."

"Very good service," Donna agreed, satisfied with the new round. But even in her pissed state, she wasn't letting the Doctor get away with short answers. "So, why didn't she?" she asked, taking another shot.

"She didn't understand the Gallifreyan number concept," he admitted, his words a little slurred. The bottom of his glass suddenly became the most interesting thing he'd looked at in a long while.

"She was human."

With that, he downed the rest of his drink and sought out another.

"You know, I didn't remember hypervodka tasting this way. They actually have a banana hypervodka outside of Frereraria 4 but I can't possibly take you there because just saying the name ties up my tongue and I couldn't imagine it after a few more drinks..."

"Human?" Donna's glass stayed stuck to her lips for a moment as her brain caught up with the information. Slowly, her head tipped to the side, a curious look glazing over her eyes.

"But you're an alien. You've got two hearts and you time travel and you like the cold more than's healthy and- Oh! That's why you like Earth," she announced, pleased with her conclusion and rewarded herself with a drink. "You'll owe me drinks at that other pub, too."

Then, suddenly; "You miss her."

"Yes, well, technically I'm half-alien. And I like Earth for more reasons than just that. Just...found out about Earth through her."

He had a funny feeling he was going to owe Donna drinks at every pub he mentioned. Oh, well. It wasn't as if he was losing money on it. He felt a little bad for the atm workers, though.

He raised an eyebrow at Donna's observation.

"Yes, yes. I do."

"I was sort of wondering how that works," Donna said, pushing her drink back and forth on the table. "Because you look human enough. I mean, your hair sort of defies gravity sometimes and you just a stick in a suit but other than that fairly normal looking."

She downed another shot. "Did she...well, you live a long time, yeah? But humans don't. So you must have been young, then."

"A stick in a suit???" Yes, yes, he may have been rather insulted.

"Well, Time Lords are sent to the Academy around the age of eight. Didn't see her again afterwards." It was strange, thinking of time that way. He spent nearly 90 years at the Academy. That was more than a lifetime to Donna.

"Still, we grow up, grow old like me." And another shot.

Donna just grinned. The Doctor was fun to tease, oh yes he was. "You heard me, didn't you? I don't know where you're keeping all the bloody food you eat. Not on you, that's for sure."

"That's not fair. Staying in school that long, not getting to see your family ever." She tried to imagine being in school that long, never seeing her family. Sure, they had problems like any family but never seeing them? That was just cruel.

"Well, it's certainly one of the skinniest incarnations I've ever had. At least I didn't wind up overweight this time." He cringed, remembering Mel and all that carrot juice.

"No, but...that's the way it was. You don't start living until you go to school. Ridiculous institution. I hated school. Pride of the Prydonians---that was the house I stayed in."

My, but he was chatty when he drank.

"Nothing wrong with a little weight. You really should get a hang on that. What if you regenerate one of these times and end up with two heads?" It sounded like a legitimate worry to Donna.

"Prydonians?" Donna repeated, trying the word out. "You were the troublemaker of the lot, weren't you? Can't imagine you doing anything else, with how you run around."

"The Prydonian chapter traditionally created the most rebellious and troublemaking rebelrousers of all time," the Doctor said, nodding a little too emphatically. He chose to leave the comments about his waist alone. He wasn't that skinny...was he?

"And they still considered it a noble chapter, can you believe it? I can't. Used to call me Theta Sigma back then and no you can not call me that. Terrible nickname, got it at age eight and hated it by age nine."

Sometimes the Doctor was just no fun. Although that one sounded like some funny Greek society thing. Maybe that was why he hated it.

"Well, all right The-, erm, Doctor," she said, purposefully stumbling over it. But she added with a small smile, "I like 'spaceman' better anyway."

She played with her drink for a moment. "It's funny, I mean I know you must have gone to school and had a family and all that but looking at you and how you live... I can't even imagine it."

"Running around in a stolen TARDIS?" He laughed. "Yeah, that's me. Always living the nomadic life. Life on the run. Exile and pariah, even before the War."

"Sounds like you're doing your education proud," she teased. "Do you ever miss it, though? Just staying in one place, daily life stuff?"

"Why would I miss that?" he asked. "Look at what we do now! Stars and continents, bars and---I can't think of something that's alcoholic that rhymes with 'continents' except for 'ferment' but that wouldn't make much sense."

Donna just laughed. "I know! Who'd want to stay in the same bloody place when there's a whole universe out there?"

"Indeed."

He took another shot and the room started to spin.

"'Course, I'm getting used to companions leaving me. Romana, Martha...they all just want to be their own selves and they just go!"

OOC: Sorry for the long wait!

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