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Sarah Jane opened the TARDIS door and led the Doctor and Rose inside, Jack following. He was still staring at her, and she was getting rather tired of it. How old was he, anyways? Twenty five, maybe? Way too young for her, not that she was thinking about him romantically. She had to admit, though, he was good looking. He probably didn't have a hard time getting female company.
"Alright, Doctor, I know you've got some decent drink around here somewhere. Tell me where it's at so we can play." Jack said, and the Doctor strode out of the console room, motioning the others to follow him. They did, and he led them into a sort of lounge. There was a low, semicircle shaped couch around a table that had to be at least fifteen feet in diameter. A cabinet was placed along one wall, and the Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and opened it. Bottles lined the shelves in the cabinet, and on the doors several types of glasses sat in snug little harnesses. He carefully selected four crystal shot glasses and a tall bottle of a red-orange drink.
"One hundred and fifty year old Gallifreyan scotch. I've got the only…four bottles left in existence. Consider yourselves special, my friends, I wouldn't let just anyone drink this." The Doctor said, setting the bottle down and passing the glasses around.
"Alright, everyone knows how to play, right?" Rose said, and getting nods from everyone, she decided to start, giving the Doctor a look.
"I've never been to Barcelona." She said and the Doctor looked guilty, as he should. He tossed back a shot, as did Jack. They both refilled their glasses and Sarah Jane went next.
"I've never done anything illegal." Another shot for the guys, and one for Rose. She smiled when Jack's eyebrow shot up. And speaking of Jack, it was his turn.
"I've never….worn pink." Jack grinned, watching Rose glare, but both girls down a shot of the strong drink. The Doctor's turn.
"I've never had a one night stand." Jack and Rose both tossed down another shot. The Doctor grinned and opened his mouth, but Rose beat him to it.
"You're not allowed to ask questions. Its part of the rules." She told him, and he scowled. Rose's turn again.
"I've never slept with anyone of the same sex." Jack took a drink, and after a second, so did the Doctor. Rose had to remember to ask him about that some other time. Jack was grinning wickedly.
"I've never purposely done someone harm, be it mental or physical." Sarah Jane said, and watched all three of the others drink. She shook her head.
"I've never had sex with Rose." Jack blurted and both the Doctor and Rose blushed. The Doctor sighed and threw back a drink, and Jack stood up from his seat.
"I knew it! You can't hide that from me, Doctor." Jack exclaimed, and Rose crawled under the table. Jack reached under to fish her out, and found the waistband of her jeans. Wrapping his fingers around it, he started to pull Rose up, when he realized it wasn't the back of her jeans, it was the front. Rose squealed, and slapped his hand, and Jack shrugged.
"I've never…" The Doctor started, but couldn't finish his sentence. He had dropped his head to the back of the couch and fell asleep.
"I think we should call it a night." Sarah Jane said, looking under the table for Rose. She was climbing out on the other side, glaring at Jack.
"I second that." Rose said, hauling the Doctor up from his seat. He mumbled something, and Rose rolled her eyes. Sarah Jane went to help Rose. Jack left the room, still grinning.
Together, Sarah Jane and Rose managed to get the Doctor to his room. They dumped him on his bed, and stuck a pillow under his head before leaving the room. Rose left the door slightly open. Yawning, Rose opened the door to her room, and found Jack lying on her bed, asleep. She pushed him off the bed, and climbed in it herself. Sarah Jane went to the room across the hall, and fell asleep.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY ROOM?" Rose screeched, waking up that morning. Sarah Jane winced, Rose's loud voice carrying through both bedroom doors.
Jack also winced. He had a major hangover. Rose, apparently, didn't have a headache. Down the hall, he heard something hit the floor, and assumed Rose's voice had startled the Doctor out of bed.
"I thought this was my room. D'you mind not yelling?" Jack asked, and Rose glared at Jack.
"Go to your own room, Harkness. You may have just returned, but you're still not getting any from me. Go pester the Doctor." Rose said, climbing out of bed, still dressed in the clothes from last night. Jack stood and left Rose's room, groaning.
The Doctor blinked, staring up at the ceiling. Rude awakening, Much. Then he realized his mouth was very dry, and he had a splitting headache. He had way too much to drink last night. How often was it that he got drunk? Sure, he and Rose went to bars all the time. Drinking didn't affect Rose they way it did other people, she could go to sleep and wake up the next morning perfectly fine.
"Rose, could you say that again please? I'm not sure they heard you on Platform One!" The Doctor yelled back, picking himself up off the floor and reaching into the nightstand drawer. A small bottle, about the size of a mini bottle you'd find at a bar, containing a purple liquid was pulled out. The cap came off, and the Doctor drank the contents, grimacing. He walked into his bathroom, and closed the door.
Twenty minutes later, the Doctor walked into the kitchen, whistling cheerfully, running his hand through his wet hair. Sarah Jane and Jack were sitting at the table, bits of toast sitting on plates in front of them. Sarah Jane was sipping from a cup of tea, Jack had a half empty glass of water in front of him.
"How come you're not hung over?" Jack asked, and the Doctor grinned.
"Remedy from Delaron. Its a wonderful little concoction, it seeks out the alcohol in your body and destroys it while rehydrating your body and all that." The Doctor tossed another bottle of the remedy to Jack, and one to Sarah Jane.
"Doctor, about last night. I've got a question. Who did you sleep with?" Rose queired, grabbing her toast from the toaster and biting into it. The Doctor's hand reached up and ran his hand through his hair again.
"I don't know what you're talking about Rose." The Doctor said, and turned to leave the room. Only to find the door out was now on the other side of the kitchen, behind Rose.
"Yeah, I think you do. Who was it. You said you slept with another guy. I just want to know who it was." Rose replied, and the Doctor bit his lip.
"It was a while ago, back on Gallifrey. It was-"
"Was it that Time Lord we met while on Siven, trying to stop the Daleks from killing the entire population?" Sarah Jane asked, and the Doctor nodded. Sarah Jane began laughing, clinging tightly onto the table.
"You're kidding me. That stuck up brown noser? He never struck me as your type, Doctor!" Sarah Jane kept laughing, and the Doctor had an exasperated look on his face.
"I was younger, Sarah Jane! Seriously, my judgment has improved since then!"
"Ah, shut up, Doctor. I don't care. I was just curious. 'Cause I was thinking it was Jack here, back on your last self. I was going to ask how good he was." Rose said, kissing the Doctor on the cheek and leaving the room, humming 'Sex is not the Enemy'.
"Well, Doctor. I've got to get back to my place, K-9 will start to wonder where I've gone. Come see me sometime." Sarah Jane left, leaving Jack and the Doctor alone in the kitchen.
"Doesn't it make you wonder why she wants to know if I'm good?" Jack asked, finishing the last bit of his toast.
"Yeah, It does. Are you?"
"Would you like to find out first hand?" Jack grinned his famous grin.