The Doctor, Rory and Amy are in a shock when they see River has arranged a friendly game of beer pong for them. Stupid little fic with some River/11 and Rory/Amy worked in.
"Hello, Sweetie," River says with a smirk as she watches the Doctor as he stares from her to the sight in front of him.
"What is that?"
"A table, some cups, a packet of ping-pongs, several cans of beer, some vodka and a bit of spirits and multiple red solo cups," She replies as she crossed her arms.
Rory glances up at his daughter, "Why are they there?"
"Well, I was just thinking it's time we had some family bonding and whenever I want to bond with someone a friendly game of beer-pong usually does the trick," River smiles, "There was this one time I met with Winston Churchill. Stuck-up guy but get a few drinks in him and boy is he a treat to watch dance on a table."
Amy stares at her, "You're serious, aren't you?"
"What else would I be?" River curiously asks, "Besides, you all know the rules." A smirk plays on her lips, "Need I remind one of you of your eighteenth birthday party?" Her eyes darted toward Rory who turned a little pale.
Rory avoids her gaze, muttering something about it being a 'once-off'.
The Doctor shakes his head, "No time, River, we have a universe to explore! Not sit around and play foolish little games."
Amy raises an eyebrow at the objects on the table, "Well, maybe one game couldn't exactly hurt..."
"That's the spirit, mum!" River grins.
"I guess it would be nice to do it again," Rory slowly states out loud, turning red lightly in embarrassment.
"Three against one, Sweetie."
"No! Eleven against three, my incarnations all disagree!" The Doctor shakes his head.
"That doesn't work, honey," River says.
The Doctor frowns, "Fine! One game! Just one little game!"
"Terrific," River smiles her most innocent smile at him though to the Doctor it was like a snake leering ats it prey.
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The one little game turned into another game, and another and another.
"Woo-hoo!" The Doctor laughs as the ping-pong lands in a red solo cup, "Take that!" He high-fives River.
Rory groans as he picks up the cup, taking the ping-pong out before he downs the cup, "No more...so much...alcohol." Amy lay on the floor, having passed out at the third game, "Just need a little nap..." He mumbles, crawling to the ground as he enloped his wife into a hug, sucking his thumb, "Sleepy-time...nap time.." A few moments later he starts to snore.
River and the Doctor giggle at them, "Lesh draw on hish facesh!" The Doctor announces as he produces a marker and bends down, uncapping it as he scribbled a cat face on Rory's face, giggling like a schoolgirl as he did so.
"Mah turn," River whispers as she grabs it off him and draws on Amy's face for a few moments.
The Doctor snickers like an immature brat as he stands up, "Ah feel sho alive!" He twirls around, "Ah wanna paint da town red!" He laughs, grabbing River, "But of coursesh with mah beautiful companion by mah side!" He smirks.
River smiles suductively, "Ah've ah better idea, how about we just turn the town into the bedroom and leave out the painting?"
The Doctor returns the smile, "Gladly.." He says before he drags her off.
And in the early morning, the TARDIS was quiet. Not a peep went by until...
"WHY IS THERE A CAT DRAWN ON MY FACE?!"