A/N: Um, I'm not sure where this came from. But here it is. Just a little ficlet-like thing. Hope you enjoy. Cheers!

Rose was beginning to get tipsy. No. She had passed tipsy an hour ago, and so had the Doctor. It had started out simply, with a bottle of foreign wine from the Queen of Argonya. It was a thank you for saving their planet. So back at the Tardis, the Doctor had proposed a toast, and well, numerous glasses and a couple of hours later, the bottle lay empty and forgotten on the floor.

"Ouch!" The Doctor had tried to stand up again, but he fell back to the floor, landing next to Rose, who was giggling uncontrollably. The Doctor gave her a look that clearly demanded that she stop laughing at him. Or at least it would have been clear, had they both not been so drunk.

"Sorry," she mumbled, before standing up herself. She actually succeeded where the Doctor had failed. She looked down at him as he stared up at her.

"Help m' up," he ordered, and he looked so pitiful that she burst into yet another fit of giggles. Once these subsided, she offered him a hand. He took it, but only managed to pull her back down to the floor.

"Oi!" she said, and then laughed some more. She lay down on her back, glancing over at him, and perfectly content. There was no rush to get up. It was only midnight.