"I-I really like that dress," the Doctor slurred, stumbling up to Rose with another flute of champagne. Rose lost count of how many he'd had now. "I reeeaaally like that dress. So sparkly! I like sparkles. But-but do you know what I'd like better? I'd like that dress on the floor. Wouldn't you like that too, Rose? Huh? Rose? Would you like that dress on the floor?"

Rose stifled a giggle in her own glass of champagne. The Doctor was absolutely pissed. He still swore that he had superior physiology that prevented him from getting drunk, and no matter how often Rose tried to tell him otherwise, he was adamant that he was not drunk.

"Yep, I'd like that, too, Doctor," she indulged, wrapping her arms around his waist, both to cuddle into his warmth and to keep him from tipping over.

The Doctor hummed happily and pressed a sloppy kiss on the top of her head.

"That's such a pretty dress," he continued, running his hand along the shimmering material. Rose yelped when his hand dipped down to pinch her bum. "Very sparkly. Very pretty. Not as pretty as you, though. You're so beautiful, Rose. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Rose's cheeks flamed at his open and ardent compliment.

"This dress makes you look even more beautiful," he continued, his hands continuing to wander to more inappropriate locations. She had to swat his hands away before they could squeeze her breasts. "It makes you look all shimmery, and sparkly. So pretty."

Rose bit her lip to hide her smirk as she subtly guided him away from her parents' New Year's party. Her mother would not be pleased if she saw how uncouth the Doctor was acting.

She led him to their guest room in the mansion, and when the Doctor realized where they were, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"Can we get that dress on the floor now, Rose?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Rose suppressed a shudder, knowing he was far too inebriated for sex.

"Soon," she promised as she guided him to lay down.

She unlaced his trainers (Jackie almost murdered him when she saw he was wearing black Chucks with his tuxedo) and unknotted his bowtie.

"That dress is gorgeous," he murmured as Rose shuffled him beneath the blankets. "Beautiful."

Her chest warmed with love and affection for this man, and she leaned down to press her lips to his forehead.

"Sleep, Doctor," she whispered softly. "I'll be back soon."

He was snoring before she made it to the doorway.