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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[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

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."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

"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.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"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.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"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."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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!"

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

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."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

Well, he trusted Jack that much at least. "Yeah. I'm running low on this one, and I think I'm probably gonna need a lot more."

He shot his future self a glare. Oh. Was that the way it was going to be, then? "Maybe you're just supposed to be somewhere now but are too drunk to recall."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor paused, as if giving the idea considerable thought.

"No, no, pretty sure I'm not needed anywhere. Not anywhere I'm going to be not needed for a few hours, at least. 'Sides, Rose and Byron and Aislinn and all them, well, they can handle it, can't they?"

He eyed the next shot rather worriedly, "You know, I'm honestly not sure how many of these I've had. S'that a bad thing?"

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

Jack waved a waitress over whilst the two Doctors talked amongst themselves, only intending to order a pint but managing to get her number as well in the space of a few brief seconds. That was talent.

By the time he was back in the conversation, drunk Doctor was worrying about his intake of alcohol, "That's not always a bad thing, it just means you forgot to start counting. Maybe you've only had a few." And maybe they could just count the empty glasses, but that would mean less drunken fun.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"D'you have to encourage him? I'd rather not regenerate due to liver failure thank you very much." And instead of worrying about his own drinks, he snatched the next shot and downed it. "There, now you've got one less to worry about."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor laughed at that, "Yay! You've joined in on the fun at last. S'a wonder I didn't regenerate out of a lack of fun from before." A pause. "And my liver is perfectly fine thankyouverymuch."

Another shot, this one followed with a bit of wide-eyed-ness, "I think I may be a bit intoxicated, did you know that?"

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

With an apologetic look at Nine, though clearly not apologising for his actions at all, Jack continued right on with encouraging the other. Brows lifting in surprise at the statement of Ten being drunk.

"Really? Surely not.. How many fingers am I holding up?" Jack did rather well at pretending to sound concerned, raising a hand and holding up four fingers, then switching to two fingers, then three, then back to two, then one, then four again, just to make things simple, of course.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

Which obviously meant that he had to smack Jack upside the head. And glare at his other self again. "I was drinking, you know. Just not in excess. Sorry if I'm not barrels of fun this go-round. And, yes, in my professional opinion, you are one hundred percent wasted."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor attempted to watch Jack very, very closely, but then realized the whole finger-moving thing was getting rather dizzying. He raised his hands up to grasp Jack's.

"Right, right, 'nough with the numbers, I'm going to get a bit confused, and that's the last thing I think I need. At this point. What with all these lovely drinks and did you just get that waitress's phone number in five seconds? Did that just happen? That's impressive."

Back to his other self, with a bright grin, "Right, self. I defer my judgment issues to you, then. Being all non-intoxicated and all that."

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

"Ow," he muttered in pouty protest at the smack he received, possibly about to state how he may enjoy that sort of thing, but got completely distracted by the drunken Doc grasping his hands. Now that's the sort of contact he preferred. And the complimenting too, he liked the complimenting.

"Uh-huh. I think that almost beat my personal record. Want it? Then again, I think your other self could do with a fun night more than you.."

Patting Ten's hands affectionately, he smiled over at Nine, head tilting slightly, "Y'know, it won't hurt to ignore the saving the world business for a night. It'll still be here tomorrow. And if it's not, then hey, we sure as hell had a fun time."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

He sighed. "I think I'm just going to go back to the bar and drink there. Or leave entirely. Plenty of other pubs to slide into, unless they all have old companions and other selves of mine, in which case, I should just leave, because then I'll be sure there's something very, very wrong with the universe."