RP for flexibledancer and <lj site="livejournal.com" user="ninth_

[rude_not_ginger]

Location: Cardiff, Wales.
Year: 2006ish (has yet to check the specific date)
Current Specifics: Barling Brandos Bar, North Street
Imbibed: Three glasses of wine, two shots of something some woman offered him.
Status: Rather inebriated

The Doctor lounged quite comfortably against the coushy chair of the booth where he was seated. Why had he decided to come bar hopping? Well, when you're a lonely traveler and your crew is a bit out of whack, occasionally it's far from a bad thing to just relax somewhere where none of them would think to find you.

That would be a bar.

Because the Doctor, the great and WONDERFUL Doctor, Oncoming Storm, Ka Faraq Gatri and all that, he would never go to a bar.

And yet, there he was.

Brilliant.

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[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

Another hard day of basketball and coffee drinking at the Hub obviously meant Captain Jack deserved to treat himself to some relaxing time off. Because shooting hoops was incredibly hard work.

There was a lovely little bar around North Street he'd gone to before, managed to pick up some equally lovely ladies and gents too from that area, so it seemed like a great place to start any pub crawl, even if he was only on water.

Drink ordered and eyes scouting, Jack took up prime position at the bar to do some well enjoyed people watching. It was nice to see some familiar faces too, what with the Doctor sitting in the corner.

Double take.

Bloody hell.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had taken a stop off at Cardiff. Why was anybody's guess--refueling of the TARDIS, just because the Rift was there and things always had the chance of getting out of hand, or maybe just because.

For now, he was going with 'just because'. He could use a pint. And just by coincidence, he stumbled upon a nice little placed called the Barling Brandos Bar. Good a place as any.

Nothing seemed very out of place about it, and he blended in rather well. He headed up to the bar and rapped once on the surface to gain the bartender's attention, ordering himself a drink. And then not far down, he spied a familiar face.

"Jack?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Blimey, but the room was spinning, wasn't it?

Why hadn't he done the right Timelordy thing like keep himself from being drunk? Oh, that's right, he wanted to feel a bit of a buzz. This was a bit more than a buzz, but that was all right.

He grinned at no one in particular.

Then he realized he was grinning at someone in particular. Two people, in particular!

"Jack? And...is that me? Over there? Blimey, I must be farther gone than I thought I was!"

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Jack stared at the Doctor sitting at one of the booths, considering for a moment his intake of coffee for the day and wandering how hallucinogenic it may or may not be. He should probably approach, go say hi or something equally friendly. In fact he was just about to do that when someone at the bar said his name in a very un-Welsh accent.

".. Doctor? Uuh.. Doctor." Yes, he did seem to be struggling with forming anything coherant at the moment, though he was concentrating more on pointing at one Doctor, then the other over there somewhere.

Hallucinogenics in the coffee or not, he was having some damn fine viewing. This deserved a well-known Jack grin, really. "Doctor!"

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"Well, yeah, that is my name; I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten that." He smirked. "Not the most usual name in the universe, but just inconspicuous enough to--"

His brow furrowed. "Oi, wait, what d'you mean, the other one, over there?" The one over there with the suit, ruffled hair, and very obviously drunken look about him?

"...You've got to be kidding me."

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The Doctor grinned again, and offered a wave.

Goodness, but he did have wonderful hallucinations when he was intoxicated! A brightly grinning Jack---always a good thing!---and an annoyed-looking former self...but that was his normal facial expression, he thought.

He waved them over. No reason to drink alone!

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Like a kid at Christmas, poor Jack was struggling to choose between his presents, wavering on the spot before making his decision to have both, at the same time, with drink and good-lookingness.

He didn't so much walk over to the table as bound over excitedly, sit down immediately and sliding over for the other Doctor to fit in, if he decided not to run away from the madness.

"Sooo, come here often?" Oh yes, he so went there.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

Oh no. No, no, nope, nothing doing. Huh-uh, he'd come for a nice quiet little night of drinking and maybe saving the world again. He did not want to deal with meeting another one of himselves, which he hadn't really done in quite some time.

But of course that meant he grabbed his pint and wandered over warily, not looking very impressed at the pair.

"I guess he does, if I'm here at the same time. Maybe this turns into some favourite pub of mine during this incarnation." He scoffed and took a sip.

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"Actually," the Doctor pointed at his other self, "I randomly chose this place because I've been trying not to find people! Can you believe it? Finding me in a bar, drinking? No one would think it! Ever! So here I am! Drinking! To keep them from finding me!"

He laughed, "And there you are, you two, there you are you found me!"

This was so awesome.

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"So you both just happened to randomly choose this place?" He grinned in return, looking from one very smiley Doctor to the other not so smiley Doctor.

He knew he came to this bar for a reason, and even putting up with drunk Welsh night after night seemed worth it now. Totally worth it.

"Y'know.. I think I saw something like this in an episode of the Twilight Zone once."

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He gave his other self the once-over. He could ask which one the man was, but really...he didn't care all too much at the moment. Shaking his head, he mumbled, "I turn into a prettyboy. A drunken prettyboy. That's just fan-bloody-tastic."

And then after another sip, "You know we don't believe in coincidence with this kind of thing anymore. Usually means big trouble. Well, that's what it always seemed to mean. I'd say not to get too comfy, but I think I came in far too late to give that warning."

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"I'm not pretty," the Doctor replied with a bit of an annoyed-sounding scoff, "Jack here, Jack's pretty. Me, I'm just..." he gestured vaguely a bit, "You know. The Doctor. Smiley and all youthful, which is painfully annoying, and...uh...Big hair, though. I like the big hair."

He shook his head then pointed at the shotglasses with little pieces of lemon in them, "You know, I don't think I ordered these shots, but they were good. I should have another one."

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

Being referred to as pretty had Jack positively beaming, only managing to stifle the grin by sipping at his tall glass of water. No point grinning like a loon whilst slightly grumpier Doctor talked of world destruction, but it was oh so hard to stay on such depressing topics at a time like this.

"You want shots? I can get you shots! Barman, get this man more shots," he ordered rather pointlessly into an empty space.

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"I think he's had quite enough shots, Jack. Oi, you, prettyboy, could you try and not get too smashed tonight? I'd hate to suddenly see the TARDIS taking off roofs of buildings later tonight. Remember what we were taught, don't drink and operate a TARDIS." Insert rolling eyes here.

"I'm going to end up pouring this one someone's head, aren't I?" he sighed, drumming his fingers on his glass.

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"I never drink and drive," the Doctor replied, pointing at his other self, "That's just...irresponsisissb...irrespsonsisisisissisi....not right!"

Another point, "And I'm nine hundred and fifty...uh, nine hundred fifty something, I think I know when I've had enough. Besides, this is like a reunion party or something! I should get ahold of Rose but she's with that boyfriend of hers."

He made a bit of a face that showed exactly what he thought of that situation.

"But this, this here, this is cause for celebration!"

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"I think you've been told," Jack stated to the not so drunken Doctor with a firm nod, "Besides, alcohol here on earth isn't enough to get a guy like you two drunk.. ain't that right? You need something like a few Hyper-vodkas."

Two Doctors, but only one drunk. He could see now that there was only one way to amend this, and that was to get both drunk. Why? Because that was far more fun.

"I'd say you could hold your drink a lot better than him though," Jack said to Northern Doc, a mischievous smile on his lips.

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"I think this is cause for me to go throw m'self off the Millennium Centre," he muttered in reply to his next self.

And to Jack, "You bet your arse I could. What's he had, just a couple of shots? Yeah, see, that's what comes of becoming a twig-like prettyboy." Speaking of said prettyboy... "D'you even eat? Ever? I don't think I've ever been as skinny as you!"

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"Always got to bring up the skinny!" the Doctor shook his head, "S'not my fault this incarnation's a bloody beanpole! It just is! Nothing wrong with it, just can't put on weight and---I am not a prettyboy! Honestly, mate, can't you think of something better to call me?"

Several shots came to the table, and the Doctor downed one, coughing and laughing as the alcohol slid down his throat.

"Now that, I have no idea what that is, but it tastes terrible and has a fantastic buzz!"

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, how he'd missed the sounds of his Doctor complaining lots about everything. There really was very little more amusing. And yes, it was making him smirk despite trying to hide it.

"Can't the two of you get along? You're both incredibly attractive individuals who obviously just need some time to relax with one another.."

Stealing one of the shots, he slid it over to Nine and arched a brow, "Get that down you, and don't say I never get you anything."

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"Did I ever say you never get me anything? I'm fine with this right here, you know." He nodded to his other self. "And if you want him and me to get along, I think we ought to start over when he's not drunk. Because he's really not that endearing when he's reeking of...what have you been drinking?" Oooh no, not touching that drink, because that would be Jack buying him a drink, and he knows where that's leading.

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"I dunno," the Doctor replied, "There were some women buying me drinks before...they were having them sent over, and I'm not sure why..."

He snorted, "And I don't reek. I 'smell pleasantly of', thank you verymuch. Now quit bein' a stickinthemud, wouldja? At least Jack's having a good time grinning and stuff."

He grinned at Jack, "You grin a lot."

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

A little frown was sent towards drink-refusing Doctor, on the verge of sulking about his drink being turned down, but then he was completely distracted by much happier Doctor.

Surprise surprise, he grinned back when spoken to, nodding in agreement, "Hard not to when you're enjoying yourself so much. Well, one of you, anyway."

Another glance at the other, and a small nudge of that shot glass, "C'mon, just one."

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"I was having a good enough time before running into you." He shook his head. "'..And I'm not sure why', honestly, how many times am I going to have to call you prettyboy until you get it? Don't tell me I'm getting duller with age."

He pulled at his own drink again (which was now getting desperately low). "Give it to him, if he's so keen on the stuff."

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The Doctor reached across, snatching the shot out of Jack's hands and downing it---naturally muttering the word for coward in Gallifreyan to his other self with a bit of a smirk.

"'Sides, it's not often one gets to actually have fun right? Used to always think I'd never get a day off, but here it is! Me having a day off! It's brilliant!"

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Jack stared blankly down at his now empty hand for a moment before glancing up to the inebriated Doctor. Ah, that'd be where the shot glass went. Should have guessed.

"Exactly, you, you and me, a day off and alcohol being supplied. That all adds up to a night of fun in my books."

Giving the grumpier Doctor a nudge with his elbow, he continued with a playfully persuasive tone, "At least let me get you another pint. No strings attached. Just a pint, nothing more."