Margarita Man

Gillian was glad her parents were in Oban. Had they been home it was quite possible that she would have been run out of the house along with her companions and kept out in the rain to shut them up. Even now she had a funny feeling that the neighbours might complain in the morning.

The three of them were slumped on the floor of the living room. It was quite late and the CD player was plying the Scissor Sisters at a decent level. There were already two empty beer bottles on the window sill and Gillian was supping on a third. A litre of coke and a half bottle of rum were sustaining Jennifer while the Doctor had discovered a passion for the bottle of Margarita in Gillian's fridge.

"That's a girls drink!" Gillian had teased him.

"So." The Doctor had responded childishly.

"I bet he likes tequila sunrises as well." chuckled Jennifer.

"And what if I do?"

"How about pinacoladas?" Gillian had asked musingly.

"Why not?"

At that the two girls had taken a tight grip on him and bundled him out of the back door and into the back garden, subjecting him to the chilling rain. The Doctor had laughed before grabbing them and pulling them down the steps beside him. Together they danced around the garden singing at the tops of their voices.

"If you like pinacoladas," the sang, "And getting caught in the rain!"

Soaked to the skin they had run back inside where Gillian had handed around warm towels from the airing cupboard in the spare room. Now they were lying in the living room still slightly damp and chattering randomly.

"I know," said Gillian, sitting up suddenly, "let's play poker!"

"No money," said the Doctor.

"Can't play proper poker." muttered Jennifer. Then she too got a thought and sitting up, whispered in the other girl's ear.

"Excellent!" shouted Gillian getting up with only a little difficulty and disappearing up the stairs.

"What are you two playing at?" asked the Doctor, rolling over on his side to frown at Jennifer.

"Nothing," she replied, "just a bit of fun."

When Gillian came back she was carrying a small cardboard box in her hands which she set down on the rug.

"Dominoes!" exclaimed the Doctor. Gillian smirked.

"Strip dominoes," she announced. The girls giggled while the Doctor shook his head but eventually he capitulated. Gillian handed out the little rectangles of black plastic with their dimpled white dots and they agreed the Doctor should go first, then Gill, then Jennifer.

"If you can't place a tile you have to take something off. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Doctor?"

"Whatever."

"Right then. You first Doc."

The game was slow at first as it took a few rounds before anyone found they were in trouble. When they did it was Jennifer first but she got out of it by taking off her socks. Gillian's socks followed quickly, as did the Doctor's tie. They played on for a while more.

By one o'clock Gillian and Jennifer were barefoot with no jumpers and Gillian's belt was gone. The Doctor was similarly barefoot but had also been divested of his jacket, belt and glasses which meant he was having to squint at the dominoes.

"Come on Doc," said Gillian after a minute, "it's your turn."

The Doctor sighed.

"Chapping," he muttered as the girls squealed with delight. He considered for a minute before starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba!" chorused the girls to the stripper theme. He sighed in drunken exasperation as he peeled of his damp shirt.

Both Gillian and Jennifer were trying to hide their interest but were both delighted to get a glimpse of the Doctor's bare torso. He was very slim but not in an ill way. There was muscle there, like strings of steel wire that rippled in his shoulders as he shrugged the shirt off. His skin was pale and a little wet from the rain. Gillian was on the point of abandoning the dominoes in favour of spin the bottle or keys in the bowl but managed to contain her lust as he grinned at the pair of them.

Thankfully both girls managed to play all their tiles without having to take any more off and even the Doctor escaped with his trousers but now they were all very drunk and very sleepy.

"There's a spare room," Gillian remembered before realising that there were only two beds for three bodies. She was about to suggest that the Doctor could share her bed when he offered to sleep on the sofa.

"No no no," insisted Jennifer, "it's leather, you'll stick to it and be all sore in the morning." She had a point.

"We could share," the Doctor said, winking lopsidedly but Gillian was not about to allow that. Not under her bloody roof!

"We'll share and you can take the spare." She grabbed Jennifer's arm as she spoke, dragging her friend away from the wickedly grinning Doctor.

"Party pooper," he pouted. But in the end that was the arrangement.

In the dark of Gillian's room the two girls wriggled under the duvet until they could see each other in the darkness.

"Would you?" asked Jennifer.

"What, with the Doctor?"

"Yeh."

"Totally!"

"What about Kev?" Gillian pouted.

"But window shopping's no fun. You know me, I have to try things on." Her friend laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Would you?"

"Don't know."

"For God's sake he's in the next room. You saw him without his shirt. Are you seriously telling me that you wouldn't, that you haven't considered slipping through there and getting' it on with him?"

"Not as a serious proposition." She giggled.

"And may I ask why not?"

"Cos you'd kill me Gill."

"Very true."

"Night Gill."

"Night."

In the next room the Doctor stopped listening at the wall and went back to bed. He lay back with his hands behind his head and smiled at the ceiling. Now there was some information worth remembering. The Doctor closed his eyes and went to sleep still smiling.