Clara woke up to a soft tapping on her bedroom door. She was still fully dressed, hugging the pillow surrounded by empty bottles of wine and a few tissues. She rolled over to check the time on her phone. It was 3.30am. Her head was swimming due to the three bottles of wine she'd had.
"Go away," she shouted half heartedly, stretching out, "we've discussed this, 3am is not an acceptable time to wake me up, regardless of what time zone we're in."
The knocking continued.
"If you've trapped your finger in a door again, I've told you, just put some ice on it!"
There was a faint noise outside that she couldn't make out.
Clara sighed loudly and went to the door control. "You know, any other time you'd just let yourself in and not disturb me but on the one day I want to-" she realised it was Emily stood outside, "Emily! What the-"
"Hi," Emily said waving.
"How the hell did you get in here?" said Clara loudly, surprised.
"The Doctor let me in," Emily replied, arms folded.
"The Doctor let you in?" she repeated, leaning against the doorframe.
"Yes he did," Emily smirked. "So am I allowed in or...?"
"Yes, sorry, of course," Clara moved away. "Come in."
"Thank you," Emily nodded, looking around as she entered. The door swooshed shut behind her.
Clara went to sit on the bed. "I can't believe he just let you in and directed you to my room," she pondered, "I'm tempted to say you must have broken in," she laughed.
"What can I say? I'm very persuasive," Emily smirked.
"Yes, yes you are," Clara nodded, sighing, "but I really didn't think he was your type," she laughed.
"I talked my way in," said Emily, dropping her bag on a nearby chair. Clara heard the unmistakable clink of two glass bottles.
"Is that alcohol I hear?" she raised her eyebrow.
"It might be," Emily teased.
"Does he know you've got that?" said Clara, smiling. "He definitely would not have let you in if he knew you were smuggling alcohol."
"Nope," Emily said, smirking.
"What have you brought me?" asked Clara.
"Who said it was for you?" Emily replied.
"Well I'm out of everything," Clara said playfully, "so this is now a BYOB establishment after the Doctor confiscated half my stash. And I wasn't expecting visitors so..."
Emily laughed at her. "Well I can offer you vodka or cheap house white," she dug the bottles out of her bag, holding them, one in each hand.
"You may stay," Clara nodded, reaching for the vodka. She rolled out of bed towards a storage cupboard and got a shot glass and a small tumbler. "You know, I stole this from a bar on the seventh ring of Jirhop," said Clara, holding out the shot glass to Emily, laughing.
Emily took the tumbler out of Clara's other hand. "Keep it, you're the lightweight," she laughed.
"Do you mind?" said Clara, pushing her playfully, "I could drink you under the table."
"Keep telling yourself that, grandma," Emily laughed.
Clara took the bottle of vodka off her, throwing the shot glass on the bed, looking at Emily, raising an eyebrow as she unscrewed the lid and took two large gulps. She winced, holding the bottle out. She threw the lid on the bed.
Emily took the bottle, smiling as she took a large swig, unable to keep a straight face.
"So how did you talk your way in?" Clara asked, taking the bottle from Emily and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, the usual," Emily said facing away from her, walking around the room looking at various photos and items on a small dressing table. She shook off her grey coat and hung it up on a hook by the door.
"Make yourself at home, why don't you?" Clara said sarcastically after taking a large measure of vodka, pointing with the bottle neck to the ceiling. "The usual... there is no usual conversation with the Doctor."
Emily moved to look in various cupboards and hatches around the other side. "This room," said Emily, "is not what I expected inside a time machine."
"Oh yeah? What did the last one look like?" Clara laughed.
Emily turned around to face her. "This is fucking mental. I'm inside a bedroom, inside a time machine, inside a wooden police box thing. If I wasn't already wasted I'd think I was off my tits."
"It's ok, the novelty soon wears off," Clara sighed. She took another large gulp of vodka.
"It's a bit... basic," Emily cast her eye around. "I was expecting it to be like your room in your flat." She sat on the bed next to Clara and took the vodka off her.
"I see this more as a hotel room," Clara explained, "I don't actually spend that much time here. Only when we're stuck, and I don't tend to get many visitors." She laughed.
Emily knocked back more vodka, almost half of the bottle was gone.
"So what are you doing here at 3am?" Clara asked, smirking.
"I don't really know," said Emily, "I just didn't want to drink alone and knowing you were so close..." she offered the vodka to Clara.
"Thank you," she laughed, taking the bottle, accidentally holding on to Emily's hand. Clara looked down, smiling to herself as she wrestled it off her. She downed another large shot of alcohol, feeling herself getting very tipsy.
"Don't you think you should slow down?" Emily laughed. "You're a lightweight. The last time we got drunk together you ended up passing out."
"I'm fine," said Clara, sipping the bottle once more, passing it back. She hiccupped afterwards.
Emily laughed at her, watching her as she drank heavily from the bottle, before reaching down the bed to get the lid and screw it on, setting the bottle down on the floor.
Clara put her right hand on Emily's cheek. "I'm glad you're here," she blushed.
"You're drunk, aren't you?" Emily said, putting her hand on Clara's leg. "You just cannot hold your drink," she smiled.
"I want to... kiss you," Clara moved her face towards Emily's.
"That's a perfectly normal reaction," Emily laughed as Clara looked at her curiously. "Go on then."
Clara moved to kiss Emily gently on the lips, her head spinning due to the alcohol. "You're so beautiful..." she said, eyes glazed over.
"And you're so drunk," Emily laughed, smiling at her. "I like it."
Clara felt Emily kiss her again and press her down on to the bed, finding herself responding. She was drunk, but fuelled by adrenaline now, she kissed Emily back hard.
"Are we going to have drunk sex?" Clara said after a couple of minutes, giggling to herself.
"I fucking hope so," Emily said, grinning at her. She retrieved the bottle of vodka from the floor and took another large gulp. She leant down and undid Clara's denim shirt with one motion, smiling and then pounced on her.
