"I didn't know Harvey Wallbangers were quite so...orangey." The Doctor mused, setting his glass down on the counter.
Donna surveyed the Tardis kitchen. The evidence of their cocktail making experiment lay strewn all over the countertops. "My favorite was our version of the margarita, I think."
"Mmm, that was good. Although I'd like to try a banana version."
"Ew, no bananas."
"Which one had the cherry on top?"
"No idea..."
The Doctor pondered for a moment. He gazed adoringly at Donna, but she didn't notice, as she was inspecting the glasses to see if any had anything good left in them.
He leaned against the countertop. "I think we should play a game!"
She looked up at him warily. "I'm too tipsy for anything requiring much thinking."
"Oh, I think you'll like this one. It's called 'Find the Cherry.'" He grinned at her.
"Okay, I'll give - how do you play?"
"Somewhere on my body, I've hidden a cherry. Find it and you can have anything you want. Do anything you want." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"That's a funny sort of drinking game."
"It's not a drinking game."
Donna thought for a moment. How far was he willing to take this? "Okay, Spaceman, you're on," she said, in what she hoped was an offhand manner. "If you're sure. I'm pretty good at finding things. You might not like what I want for my prize when I win."
The Doctor thought of all the deliciously naughty things she might do while she "searched." And what she might want as her reward. "Oh, I'm absolutely sure. Feel free to take your time looking."
"Be careful what you wish for, spaceman."