Thanks for the reviews so far! I know the chapters are short but it was originally just going to be a short story and then became this! Oh, and if anyone's interested, the shoes from the last chapter are based on a pair on the faith website... mmmmmmmmmmmm
"Magaluf?" she asked this time, looking across the quiet beach in the early morning sun. There were still a few people around, they all looked a bit worse for wear. God, why did humans do this to themselves? It wasn't even like drinking made them any more attractive; if anything, they became less attractive with each unit they consumed. And it certainly wasn't worth it; I'd tried Earth beer and had spat it out in disgust. They probably didn't even appreciate the gorgeous sunrise they were witnessing. Too blind drunk on cheap alcohol to even notice.
"You didn't seem to like Scotland," I reminded her. "I though the sun might suit you better." I looked across at her.
She caught my glance. "Oh, yeah, it's great." She nodded enthusiastically. "I mean, Spain… wow… I can top up my tan. It's cool. Thanks." She looked down at her outfit. "I better go and get changed then." She looked at my clothes. "Are you going to wear…?"
I looked down. "What? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "Nothing. Give me ten minutes." I gave her a pointed look. "Twenty tops, promise." She nipped back inside the TARDIS, leaving me to see the sunrise for myself
She returned twenty-seven minutes and forty nine seconds later, dressed in a completely different outfit.
"What do you think?" she asked, giving me a twirl.
Oh dear. I tried to think of an answer while I took the whole outfit in. She had on one of her many pairs of shoes, flip-flops I think she called them. A short denim skirt. An almost non-existent top, and she was holding her newly loosened hair back with a pair of sunglasses. What could I possibly say?
"You look nice," I said, trying to sound less like I was being strangled. "Really nice. Now, are we going to hit the beach?"