Disclaimer: So not mine. :)
Notes: I was double-dogged dared to do this . Total crack!fic. Unbetaed. Un-BritPicked. Based on a a Ke$ha song, "Pary at a Rich Dude's House." It's crack so tiny OOC, I think. The tenses are slightly tense. Also, 11/S5 did not have that many cool (historical) figures. Who wants to party with Winston Churchill?

The Doctor is a fun guy. He had hung with mates and famous artists, played footie, and (accidentally) experimented with hallucinogenic drugs. Plus, he wears a bow-tie and has worn a fez, which is just the ultimate in being cool.

Obviously.

No matter what Amy or River said.

Really.

And, the thing about fun and cool guys is they happen to throw the best parties, especially for someone who had remembered him into existence.

Also, for the happy newlyweds! The newly-new!

Mostly, he wanted hear more people say how 'it's bigger on the inside!' because really, it's his favorite part. Although, they did deserve a universally renown reception.

This may or may not be where the trouble started.

'The trouble with being in a time machine is there's no actual way to tell how long the party has been going on,' Amy thought and she fully intended to have her honeymoon night. Just as soon as she found Rory. Maybe even if she didn't find Rory, with the way things were going.

"The other trouble is that there just happens to be an infinite amount of rooms in this giant box," she angrily muttered as she shoved her way down the crowded hallway and walked into the fifteenth entrance on her left.

Rory was having a grand time, everyone had been buying him drinks and congratulating him or at least he thought they were. Just because the TARDIS could translate other languages for you didn't mean that local expressions didn't get lost. Still, 'Blubber yours, rotate often, softly snow, sing wildly,' sounded like a positive blessing to him, but he might not tell Amy about it.

Anyway, he had just passed the room with a huge yard in it, where other aliens had taken it as a place to promptly pass out. Then, there was the pool which he was pretty sure had been filled with something not water, since the liquid was purple and luminescent. He had heard weird sounds in the closet but had no desire to further investigate, which led him to the room with the Doctor, where everyone just happened to be wearing no pants, the ceiling was raining glitter, and it looked like there was a giant game of Twister happening.

"Is that an orgy?" Amy chimed in with a deliberate eyebrow waggle as she popped up along side him.

"I think, it's a cross between Twister, the chicken dance, and I have no idea why you don't need pants..." responded Rory, blushing as he watched the Doctor perform a tricky move that involved his left arm going behind his back, through his legs and grasping hands with another species (male? female? both?) before letting out a loud, "Cheep." Someone else in the crowd responded with a "Moo!" and all the players took a step forward.

"You know what? Who cares! It's our honeymoon, let's find us a place to get cozy," Amy suggested before she pulled Rory down for a powerful kiss.

The Next Day

The Doctor wakes up on the lawn.

"Where's my bow-tie? Where?"