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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was, really, only half-paying attention to Jack and his other self. He heard soething about drinks and office and he had to find the office to get to the drinks and was that a polycarbide autoreactor coil? Where did Jack get ahold of one of those---

"Right! Office is up there!" He all but bounced over to the stairs and managed to only halfway embarrass himself by tripping up them.

[flexibledancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, there ya go, a mention of the Rift. It had him nodding slowly, still grinning excitedly at all this showing off he got to do, but really rather wanting to get onto other activities with the two.. like drinking and stuff, nothing more, of course. "Yup. Rift. Us. Protect. Alright, drinks!"

He started to follow Ten up the stairs, unable to refrain from laughing at the trip, because it was always mature to laugh at people falling over. Then he suddenly seemed to remember something, like a little light bulb above his head had suddenly switched on and exploded, because it had him darting for the Office before the other two could get there, sliding something off his desk and shutting it into a locked draw. There ya go, no harm done. Lovely.

"Only got hard spirits, I'm afraid," he called out to them casually.

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Oh, honestly, was he really going to turn into that? "I don't think you ought to have any. Or at least...very, very small amounts." He wandered into the office and made himself at home, sitting on the edge of the desk.

"All in all...rather cozy place. Oi, you're being careful with all that alien junk you run across, yeah? Don't need you Humans mucking about with things you shouldn't understand."