Shufties
Prompt: Wine
Spoilers: None
Just an extremely pointless, plot-less lacking in a storyline and no obvious beginning, middle, or end one-shot with the 10th Doctor and Rose. Yippee.
R&R
Rose Tyler was in the process of giving her hair a much needed blow-dry. She could hear him before she saw him; his betrayer the slapping of Converse soles on a floor made on some far-away planet Rose could only hope to see, if the Doctor took her of course. Poking his head around the door, the Doctor wrinkled his nose in distaste at the hair-dryer.
"Earth hair-drying technology, never did like it. I have to say, Rose, if you want a proper hair-dryer you need look no further than the Planet of the Godsons." He paused, cocking his head to one side. "'Course, that's probably due to the fact that 93 percent of their body is covered in hair, and with their planet's climate it's no big, gigantic, out of proportion wonder that their hair needs a lot of drying, although if they had done as I directed back in 1322 then they wouldn't even need hair-dryers. 'Electrical shavers are stupid' they said, but oh-ho, look who's stupid now, you great, big, hairy Go-"
"Doctor." Rose cut him, one hand on her hip, the other still holding the hair-dryer. "Did ya want something?"
"What? Oh, yes, right. Um…" His brow furrowed in concentration, the Doctor's mouth opened and closed several times, before his gaze settled on Rose and his face lit up. "Ah! Yes, Rose! Right, 30 minutes!" He nodded to her once and was halfway down the corridor before the slap-slapping changed direction.
Poking his head around the door once more, the Doctor gave Rose a sheepish grin. "Put something nice on and be in the control room in 30 minutes."
"What? Why?"
But he was already gone, the slapping of shoes echoing through the many halls of the TARDIS.
32 minutes and 11 seconds later, as a lady was always fashionably late, Rose cautiously entered the control room, a deep blue dress swishing about her. Sweeping her gaze over the room, she took in the rather unusual sight.
The Doctor had re-decorated, it seemed, and the control room was decked out in gold and various shades of red. There was a short wooden table under one of the arches, lavishly decorated with two sets of shining cutlery and plates laden with pasta and steak. Two glasses, a bottle of red wine and a candelabrum completed the decorations.
Laughing as the Doctor held out a chair for her, Rose sat herself down and smiled as she took in her surroundings once more. "What on earth are you doing, Doctor?"
"I am wining," He picked up one glass with a rather magnificent sweep of his arm and poured a generous amount of wine into it. "And dining." The Doctor grinned cheekily through a mouthful of pasta, as Rose just laughed whole-heartedly at his antics.
"Cheers, Doctor."
"Cheers, Rose."
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