Here we are again. I really wanted to write something involving the Doctor getting a liiiiiitle tipsy. So, here's what I did. Hope you guys enjoy!
Four days.
Four whole days I've been with the Doctor. Four glorious days of wonder, excitement, and impossible. I've seen things that people only dream to see… And it's only been Four days. Half a week. I've barely thought of home and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I'm in a time machine… so I can go back whenever I want and not a minute would have passed. I was seriously in love with this ship.
"So where to now?"
Yesterday, we went to the famous amusement park planet (Literally named Planet Rollercoaster… crafty). It was fun, until the Doctor ate five corn-dogs, went on the Spinning Mugs-O-Death, and puked in the bathroom for the next hour. I really was having a great time…
And then I had to lug a green Time Lord back to the TARDIS… not fun.
So, this morning I walked into the console room up, ready to get back to adventure time. But when I looked at the Doctor, I saw the weirdest thing.
No tweed. No trousers. No bow-tie.
He was in his pj's.
"Oh, my little fast-life American. It's Sunday. We don't go anywhere on Sundays."
"Uh, Doctor?" His pants were flannel and TARDIS blue (obviously), and he wore a matching long-sleeved shirt. He was seated at the jumper sipping a mug of something hot. I presumed it was hot tea since I found out that's what Brit's usually drink.
"Yes, Eve?" He sipped his mug, staring amusingly at me.
"You're still in your p.j.'s?"
He looked down as if he hadn't noticed, but frankly didn't care. "Oh, yes. I seem to be. I told you, it's Sunday. We don't go anywhere on Sundays."
Walking over to him, I crossed my arms. "So? Just because it's Sunday doesn't mean you shouldn't dress."
"It's just you and I on board."
Huffing, I glared at him. "I'm still a lady."
The Doctor gave me a look and then chuckled. "Fine. You want the bow-tie, I'll get the bow tie. But that doesn't mean we're going anywhere. It's still a Sunday!" He strutted away from me in his jammies.
"Travel to a Saturday!" I called after him as he disappeared into a corridor. "Let's go to a party or something!"
I sighed and placed my hands on the console. I really was not down to just sit and wait for it to be another day. My body seemed to have a lot of energy that it needed to shake out. Couldn't we save a planet or go somewhere fun without the Doctor throwing up all over the place?
"You know," Spinning around, the Doctor was leaning out from the hallway, "I know just the party we could go to." Winking, he spun away and raced off. "I knew I kept you for a reason, Eve!"
"Hey! I chose to stay!" But I smiled anyway, happy that we were actually going out somewhere. And, heck yes! A party? I wonder if it's going to be an alien party or maybe a futuristic Earth party? The possibilities were endless.
I felt a tug at the corner of my brain... like a mental pull in one direction. I jumped at the sudden connection and looked around the huge console room.
"Doctor?" But he didn't answer, just another amused hum from the TARDIS. Apprehensively, I glanced around again. The TARDIS hummed once more, and I felt that pull in my head.
"Is that you? The TARDIS?" The tugging got a little more insistent.
"Okay, okay. It's you, little miss thang. Let's see what you want to show me." I went down the corridor the Doctor disappeared to. The TARDIS has never pulled at me before; never have I felt this weird tugging in my brain. But never have a felt such a strong connection with an alien ship before, so I just went with the flow and followed wherever she wanted me to go. Fully trusting the ship to take me somewhere amazing.
The hallway veered right and I came upon a door on my left. The pulling in my head intensified.
"Alright. I get it. You want me to go through here?" I felt the TARDIS hum around me. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I sighed. "Here it goes…"
Turning the knob and opening the door, I stepped into the most wonderful room I've ever seen (apart from the library, that place is fantastic!).
The wardrobe room.
Walking back into the control room after changing, I was a bit nervous. The TARDIS had chosen a wonderful red gown that sparkled and shimmered in the light. It had a low neckline and a halter-top. It hugged all the right places and fit me perfectly. The gown was so lightweight, I could barely feel it, and it wasn't itchy or scratchy. It felt like silk, but I could tell it wasn't made on Earth, and if it was, definitely not from my time. I couldn't dream of a better dress.
And the heels! Oh, the heels didn't even hurt. That's how I knew immediately they weren't from my time. When I walked, it felt like I was wearing very comfortable shoes. They put all my other shoes to shame.
As the TARDIS led me back to the control, I could hear the Doctor rummaging about, probably landing us at this mysterious party. Suddenly, though, I felt self-conscious. Was I too dressed up? Was this a fancy party? Did this dress cover all the important parts?
My hands were balancing myself on the wall, and all of the sudden I felt warmth underneath my palm. I wasn't frightened; I knew it had to the TARDIS reassuring me. Shaking my head, I gathered courage. It was just the Doctor. And if the TARDIS approved this attire then, hell, I was going to own it.
I stepped into the large room just as the Doctor flipped one last switch and then dusted off his hands like he just did a hard day's work. He was wearing a black and white tux with a red bow tie. Pleased, I realized it was the same color of my gown.
"Yes, so are you ready?" His eyes met mine and then he went still. I don't know if I've ever seen the Doctor that still before.
"Well?" Holding my arms out to my sides and shrugging. His gaze didn't waver and his mouth was hinged open. Sweat started appearing in places it shouldn't.
Crossing my arms, I said, "Like what you see?"
"Yes—no! I mean, yes. I mean…" The Doctor stammered and looked around, making me grin and forget my nervousness.
The Doctor was speechless. I could feel the TARDIS humming humorously.
"Do you have an actual sentence to say, Doctor?" I cocked my eyebrow at him, loving that it was me who was making him act like this.
He sighed and then looked up at me with a grin. "You look beautiful, Eve."
And even though I expected such gentlemanly remarks from him, it seemed to effect me differently tonight. There was something in the way he looked at me and said those words that made them less polite, and more honest. My breath caught in my throat and the only thing I could do was smile.
His eyes flickered downward and then back up. "Yes, well. Eve, are you ready for your party, you so adamantly wanted?" He stuck his hand out to help me down the stairs.
Finding my words, I just said, "Of course." And then I was holding his arm going towards the doors.
"Behold…" He swung open the doors and I was instantly blinded by strobe lights and my bones were rattling from the beat of the techno-alien music.
"Where are we?" Barely hearing myself scream over the music.
"Atriz! This is after their rebellion and the rich are celebrating!" Looking around, I was satisfied to know that everyone was dressed in fancy clothing and so I didn't look out of place. What was different was that everyone sported lovely rainbow colored skin. Some people had even painted themselves neon… or at least I thought it was paint. It sure enough could have been their skin. Either way, I was mesmerized.
"They're beautiful," I murmured out loud. All around me was color and music and I was so entranced that I couldn't help myself but laugh with joy.
"Yes. I supposed they are rather beautiful." I glanced over at the Doctor and we grinned at each other.
Suddenly a thought popped into my head. "What about the TARDIS? Can anyone see it?"
"Nope! She's invisible!"
I laughed, "What? Like an invisibility cloak?"
His eyebrows crunched up. "This isn't Harry Potter, Eve! No one uses invisibility cloaks, anymore… They were banned a long time ago. No, the TARDIS has her own invisible shield."
"Ooooh. A shield…" I snorted. "Cloak."
"What?"
"Nothing! Let's go find drinks. Open bar, right?" My lips tweaked into an innocent smile.
With narrowed eyes, he said, "Yes, if you have an invitation." The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out the square piece of leather that held his third most prized possession (one is the TARIDIS of course, and two is his sonic screwdriver.. duh), his physic paper.
"Have I mentioned how much I loved all your knick-knacks?" I clutched his arm as we made our way to the bar.
Two drinks later, I was laughing, almost spurting my drink through my nose.
"You did not! I could never see you in such an… awkward position."
"Well, it was customary on this planet to be completely naked in front of the empress. They saw clothes as an inhibitor—they had to have complete control."
"So, nudity wasn't a problem for them? Was it for you?" I took a sip of my drink and hummed in appreciation of the taste. It reminded me of a strawberry smoothie, just less frothy.
"Time Lords don't have problems with nudity." The Doctor stated matter of factly, and threw a disgusted look at my glass.
Raising my brow, "But you apparently have a problem with alcohol?"
"It's just… not my cup of tea." Leaning against his elbows, he wrinkled his nose.
"Well, that's the point." I pushed the glass towards him. "Try this one. You can't even taste the alcohol." I really couldn't it. The only taste I could decipher was strawberries and it was wonderful.
"No, no. I told you, not my cuppa." He pushed the glass back in my direction.
"Doctor, just try it this one last time for me? Please?" I gave him puppy dog eyes, or at least tried to. "Come on! I'm getting tipsy all by myself and it could be much more fun if you did it with me!" I waved the pink liquid in his face and waggled my eyebrows.
Giving me a pained look, "Fine." Then he snatched the drink from my fingers. "If I don't like it, no more peer pressuring me, understood?"
I gave him a two-fingered salute. "Yes, sir."
First, he smelled the drink and then shrugged, "Geronimo." He took a little taste… and before I blinked the whole thing was gone.
"What? How?" I stuttered and then laughed at his dazed expression. "Liked it then?"
He swiped the remaining liquid from his lips with the back of his hand. "Strawberries. That tasted like a very ripe strawberry." He grinned and handed me back the empty glass.
Eying him playfully, "So… another?"
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
I feigned innocence. "Oh, no, Doctor! I'm just trying to allow you to have the best time possible here at this wonderful, spectacular party." But I was thinking about how funny it would be to see my Doctor drunk.
His lips smirked and then he rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright. But just one more. Time Lords do not get drunk. I have a reputation to uphold." He straightened his red bow tie and called on the waitress to get us another round of the marvelous strawberry cocktails.
4 drinks in for me… 6 or 7 for the Doctor.
"Doctor, please come dance with me," Pouting, I tried my best to convince the Doctor to give it a go.
"Eve, really? You got me to drink, what else do you want from me?" He sighed exasperated. I glanced over at the 5 or more empty glasses on the bar beside him. Man, these bartenders were slacking at bussing their dishes! But I giggled at the sight anyways, knowing that it wasn't just me who got him to drink. The strawberry fizz was like candy to him, and I really wish I could tell if he was drunk or not.
"And no, I'm not drunk." He tried to put his drinking glass on the bar and missed entirely.
A laugh burst through my lips. "Are you sure, Doctor? Because that does not help you at all."
"Oh, shut up." He finally got the drink on the table and he kept rolling his eyes at my giggling. "Did you want to dance or not?"
I sobered up (the giggles not the drunk), and nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Ugh, fine." He guzzled the last of his drink and I did the same. "Let me show you how to dance." The Doctor grabbed my hand and with a laugh, pulled me out to the dance floor. The music was still techno/pop, but the Doctor still spun and moved me around like it was a waltz—a very upbeat, tiring waltz. I laughed and laughed as he twirled me around the crowd of colorful people. I let him lead (most of the time) and it was the best dancing of my life.
6 drinks in for me… Honestly there was no telling for the Doctor. The empty glasses were cleared from the table and there was no way to count.
My bladder sent me a distress call. I need to pee. "Doctor, I need to go to the bathroom."
He grinned lazily at me and pointed to a neon sign in the corner. "The loo is right over there, Eve. Have fun." He took another large gulp from his nth drink.
I glared at him as I hopped off stool, very thankful of the super comfy heels. "You know, I'd be careful with those drinks, Doctor. I think you've had one too many." I straightened the bodice of my dress before looking back up at him.
"Superior Time Lord biology. We metabolize alcohol faster." But he wasn't looking at my eyes. He was watching my hands smooth down my dress.
"Hey!" I snapped my fingers in his dazed face to get his attention. "'Superior Time Lord biology' or not, my eyes are up here, buddy!"
His eyes widened and his cheeks flamed red. "Oh, dear. I'm—I'm sorry. I guess—I suppose I have had too much to drink."
"Mmmhmm. Probably so." Pursing my lips, I sighed. "Forget it. You're still a dude, and it happens. This dress doesn't really help, either. I'm just gonna pee real quick and then we can leave, okay?"
The Doctor grinned, and then tapped on the edge of the bar, awkwardly. "Sure. Yeah. Sounds good. I'll just wait right here."
"Good." And with that I turned and bounded off towards the bathroom. I didn't know how I felt about the Doctor looking at me like that. Honestly, just thinking about it sent shivers up my spine. I needed to snap out of it. I was only having those thoughts because I was drunk and, lord knows, I don't need to the think of the Doctor in any other way but a friend. Because in all those stories my dad told me… Angel and the Doctor never fell in love.
The Doctor watched as Eve skipped off towards the bathroom, impressed that she didn't fall. He frowned into his twelfth—or was it thirteenth?—drink. Why did he slip up like that? The Doctor doesn't look at women like that… okay, besides River. And only because she wore things on purpose for him to ever look anywhere else.
He admitted to himself, he liked Eve. She was fun and clever and made him forget about certain things. Like the Ponds… The Doctor closed his eyes and fought back hot tears. It had been awhile since the Ponds were ripped from his grasp. Amelia and Rory Pond—his two best friends in the entire universe. Sometimes when he slept (and it wasn't often), he dreamt of their past adventures and every time he awoke with a grin on his face. But it wasn't long until he realized that they were gone forever and all he had now were their memories. He took a long swig from his drink, thinking the liquid didn't taste this bitter before.
Enough. His mind went back 'round to Eve. She's wonderful. He thought back to their first day together… at how delighted and impressed he was with her standing up to the Refacoran Queen like that. No matter how peaceful they usually are, the Refacorans, especially Tierra, were not too keen at being talked to that way. But Eve, despite her being completely thrust into this fantasy world, she spoke true and meaningful words to the alien queen and basically saved the world. On her first go… the Doctor chuckled at that.
He studied his wristwatch. Hmmm, does it usually take this long for women to urinate? His mind sent out a physic feeler and immediately came up with nothing.
"That's not supposed to happen," The Doctor pushed back from the bar stool and pushed his way to the women's restroom.
He knuckled the door quickly. "Eve? Hello, just the Doctor checking up on you. If you could just give a shout to let me know you're alright…" No answer, not even a toilet flush. "Dammit." He muttered and thrust the door open. He darted to the stalls and slammed open every one, but to no avail. Each of them was empty and he had no idea where he should start looking. He sent out some more physic feelers and skimmed past every mind that had been by the restroom during the time of supposed kidnapping or wonderoff-ing.
"Ah-ha!" The Doctor sprinted out of the restroom and looked for the female with lavender skin and green eyes he saw in his mind.
The Doctor tugged on the women's elbow for her attention. She looked at him with confusion. "Hello, there. I'm looking for a friend." Smirking, and talking with urgency he quickly got the information he needed. With a quick thanks and slight bow, he dashed off towards his TARDIS. He knew the name the women gave him. Not much, but enough to know that Eve was in danger. Because this particular character was infamous for his strange and cruel obsession.
This specific man, Qino Mars, collected people.