I saw the line on facebook, and cracked up so hard it gave me an idea. I AM SO SORRY for not updating Gray Scale, I have no muse for it at the moment. So, a bit of random fluff, and a drunk Doctor.
"See Rose, I told you Timelords can party! We are not bound by typical temporal parameters, the party literally doesn't have to stop!" He laughed, slightly tipsy. Rose giggled. "You also said Timelords don't get drunk, I think you've proven the opposite."
He looked indignantly at her. "I am not drunk!" He slurred, stumbling over and getting in her face. Looking down at her, he only further proved his intoxication levels by saying, "Your really pretty, you know." He murmured, causing her to blush.
She reluctantly shoved him away. "Doctor, your intoxicated. Maybe we should go back to the TARDIS, so you can lay down. Your going to have a massive hangover after this."
He snorted and pulled her closer. "I'll come back to the TARDIS if you kiss me." He whispered, causing her to shiver.
"Doctor, your drunk. Intoxicated. Under the influence. You don't really want to do this." She insisted, unable to tear her gaze from his.
"Rose, I think we both know that we both want this." Without giving her a chance to reply, he captured her lips in his. She froze for a second, then replicated the kiss. After what seemed like forever but wasn't long enough, they had to break apart for need of this ridiculous thing called oxygen. She blinked at him, stunned. "Doctor... I..." She trailed off, at a loss for words.
The Doctor laughed, still pretending to be drunk.
Yup. Well. ANYWAYS. Like I said, so sorry for not updating Grayscale! I still need ideas for it!
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