"I don't date."
"What makes you think I do?"
She was on her third beer drowning the troubles that swirled around in her cute little blond head, but her mouth always seemed to find a smile even if it was broken.
I was on number four and still didn't feel a thing, my skin was numb and all I seemed to be was a hunk of lifeless meat.
"Are you mental? I'm just sitting here wallowing in my pint and you come up chattering about 'oh! I don't date' what the bloody hell is that about?"
She was drunk, the angry drunk type and all I had was nothing, no taste of the bitter beer or even the feel of the cold glass on my hands, I felt nothing, and I was nothing.
"Bloody hell back at you, I think you had one beer too many and sorry I said that, I've had one hell of a day."
"I think so too, and don't worry all of us had at lest one bad day."
That little smiles comes peeking out, smile of a broken girl that's lost her world, as if it slipped though her fingers and she can't find it buried in the clutter.
"I'm Owen Harper and I'm undead, nice to meet you."
It was like the words wanted to come even it meant being labeled as a 'weirdo', but I said it with a little grin laughing at myself and hoping she was just as weird as me.
"I'm Rose Tyler and I 'was' a time traveler."
And I guess she is, little miss weird who's eyes had seen times and places I couldn't even dream of.
"Hmm…I have to say, I'm weirder, don't you agree?"
"Oh yes, I believe you won, this time."