"Um, Jack?" Clara inquired, in a mixture of disgust and uncomfort.
"Yes?" The captain asked, giving her his signature smile as he leaned back into a chair.
"Did you have to bring me to an alien strip club for my bachelorette party?" she said, trying to ignore the glitter that fell of the blue woman leaning over Captain Jack Harkness.
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Oh God. Why did she even agree to this? Clara Oswald asked herself over and over again.
"Hey, you still have nine hours till the wedding. Maybe we could explore each other a little." A very drunk Amy asked her. Well, she thinks it's Amy, since the lights in whatever space club in Vegas Jack has dragged them into is way too tight. The Scottish accent hinted on it.
Clara looked at her with the most shocked and grossed out face ever.
Apparently, Amy could see well enough in the light and started crying loudly. Clara cringed.
Jack harness's shirt hit her face and she turned to see him stripping while standing on a table.
Rory decided to let go too, and donned a shimmery white coat covered in sequins and went around people, calling himself 'Dr. Sexy' and diagnosed people with being too beautiful, or covered in suckers. There was no in between.
Rose Tyler was full on drunk on some of the weird alien drinks, and showed signs of bipolar disorder. And then, she went bat shit crazy and stood on the bar. And then she jumped on at the disco ball and swung on it.
Clara gave up all hopes of having a decent bachelorette party.
Some alien called up the Space police.
Clara didn't blame them one bit.
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"Draw me, Jack. Like one of your French girls." An intoxicated Rose said, giggling, as she lay on a couch on a doctor's waiting room. Alien Whiskey never suited humans, now did it?
Martha looked revolted. Clara shook her head, a mask of abhorrence on her face.
Rory tried to get Rose to sit right up in hopes of not making her vomit. Amy looked annoyed that her husband was too busy playing nurse to rose instead of paying attention to her.
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Clara sat in the waiting room of the Space Police Station.
"Ma'am? You can see them now to make sure they're the ones. It'll take a while with the paperwork, so you can sit there." A humanoid called to her.
She gratefully stood up and walked to where he led her. And then her eyes were greeted with the sight of one Jack harkness, whose cheeks were marred by space Vegas glitter, one Rose Tyler, now being hit with on with what could be called hangover hurricane, one Martha ones who couldn't be properly recognized since she had the most mammoth sized black-eye, and one nurse named Rory Williams who consoled his hormonal wife named Amy Pond, who looked like she was going to burst out crying any minute.
"I am done. I am so done. I am not just one, but eight hundred percent done." With that, Clara Oswald sits back down on the bench, with a sympathetic humanoid who starts to console her.
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Don't judge me. I just saw a bit of titanic, and this is what followed.
I'll see if the response to this is positive, and then I'll upload the second part featuring the eleventh doctors bachelor party.