Hesitantly, the Doctor landed the screeching TARDIS in a bar full of many species, from humans to Slitheen and even more. Uncertain, he opened the door and walked outside, bumping into a man as he walked out."Watch it, pal," the man snarled. He was well-shaven and in his forties, glaring at the Doctor. Ignoring him, the Doctor walked past him and went to the bartender."Do you have any alcohol, linear-effusive?" the Doctor asked, raising his eyebrow."What's linear-effusive?" the bartender frowned."Oh, my God... Do you do any alcohol that works on Time Lords and gets them drunk immediately?" the Doctor questioned."I suppose..." the bartender groaned, then walked away, coming back a few seconds later with a bottle of dark red liquid. He placed it on three counter."That's a fifteen," the bartender said."Oh, I don't have any money. But I can pay by, um..." the Doctor had no bargaining chip, so he looked around in desperation."I'll pay," a man from behind the Doctor called. His tone sounded an untrustworthy, devilish British, and even his looks sent shivers down people's spines. His eyes seemed somewhat bloodshot and his fists were covered in blood and bruises and cuts. He was a muscular build and everyone seemed to go quiet around him."I cannot allow people to pay for other's drinks. New boss, new rules," the bartender mumbled."But you can make an exception for me, can't you?" the man smirked, placing fifteen galactic credits down on the counter. Curling his lip in distaste, the bartender picked up the credits and placed it in a drawer, sliding the bottle of red liquid over to the Doctor."You ordered some strong stuff, boy. I tried it before. Was drunk from one sip. You sure you wanna have a bottle of that Buttonex?" the man frowned, questioning the Doctor."It's all they've got that will work on me," the Doctor answered evenly. Even the scariest men didn't make the Doctor flinch."You must be two-hearted, then. Eh, you're lucky, I s'pose," the man shrugged as the Doctor took a swig from the bottle. Suddenly, the mood changed. The Doctor was looking around, almost confused, and then he looked at the man and grinned."Who are you, big fella?" the Doctor giggled."I'm Vex. Just Vex," the man said, looking annoyed."Nice to meet you, Just Vex, I'm the Doctor. Here, try a glass of this Buttonex-thingy..." the Doctor laughed some more, grabbing the bottle and taking a massive swig of it, leaving a tiny bit left, before dropping it on Vex's shoulder, shattering glass everywhere and making Vex infuriated."Boy, you're in for a tough time," Vex snarled. The Doctor just laughed as a reply, catching Vex with a right hook, making Vex's lip bleed and his face sting. The Doctor when drunk was not only crazy, but he was violent. His violent tendencies were now hard to suppress."BAR BRAWL!" he screamed in such a high frequency even Vex felt as if his ears had broken. His fists were swinging and his legs were kicking, and all he was doing was beating the hell out of everyone who got close. Slowly, the fighting grew, until the whole bar was full of angry people fighting to the death."WHAT ABOUT THE GUY IN THE SUIT?" someone shouted."YEAH, WHO THE HELL IS HE?" another one called."WHY AREN'T WE ALL AFTER HIM?" a girl demanded. Chanting took over, until everyone was walking over to the Doctor and yelling, chanting at him, clenching their fists. Sobering a little, the Doctor took out his sonic and soniced the light, making the bulb shatter and showering people in glass, shocking them, giving him time to shuffle through ththe crowds, back to the TARDIS. Angry with himself, he unlocked the doors and barged through, relaxing at the thought of being safe and at home, in the TARDIS, once again.