This is a pseudo-continuation of "Kiss of a Madman," my other Eleven/Rory fic. Doctor Who is not my property, and neither is the work of the great 80's rock band Journey, whom I quote from in this fic. If I owned Doctor Who or the right to all Journey music, I'd be a billionaire.

"Amy! We're back!"

Rory and the Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS clinging to each other, clearly drunk. The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his suitcoat pocket and began to sing into it like a microphone.

"DON'T STOP BELIEVING! HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEELINNNG! STREETLIGHTS! PEOPLE! OOOHHHHH-OOHHHH-OHHHH!" howled the Doctor, obviously off-key.

"Bravo, bravo!" said Rory drunkenly, patting the Doctor on the back. "Come here, you!" Rory kissed the Doctor on the nose. Rather than fighting him off, the Doctor returned the favor and kissed Rory's mouth again.

The Doctor and Rory laughed and fell to the floor in a tight embrace as the Doctor continued singing Journey off-key into his sonic screwdriver.

"When the lights go down in the cityyyyyyy…."

Rory grabbed the sonic screwdriver and joined in the Doctor's drunken Journey tribute.

"And the suuuunnnnn shines on the baaaaayyyyyy…"

"Ooh, I want to be there in my citaaaayyyyyyy….. Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh…." The Doctor and Rory finished their drunken rendition of "Lights" and laughed heartily.

"Ohhh, Doctor, you're a wonderful singer…" purred Rory, rubbing the Doctor's shoulders like a masseuse.

"You're not too shabby yourself," said the Doctor, hiccuping.

"Oh, you," said Rory half-teasingly, "you're a madman. An absolutely brilliant madman."

"Why… why thank you," stammered the Doctor, quite pleased in his drunken stupor.

"We should… we should… maybe we should get undressed?" yawned Rory, still drunk.

"Oh, yes, Rory, we can get undressed and then we can put on our footy pajamas…"

"Doctor, we don't… we don't have footy pajamas…"

"And then we can drink milk and cookies and have a pillow fight…" the Doctor was clearly drunk, talking himself into a prepubescent stupor of sorts. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep, still terribly drunk.

"Oh, Doctor…" smiled Rory, grabbing the Doctor's hands and dragging him up the stairs, "what will we ever do with you?"