AN: Someone asked me what kind of clothes John ended up getting, and that question will be answered in this chapter. Thanks for the story follows/favorites, reviewing is also nice! :) I don't own Doctor Who.

Chapter 7-Drunk

"John? I'm home!" Rose proclaimed from the front door. She closed it behind her and flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh. It had been a long and exhausting day at work, and all she wanted was some relaxation now. She took off her shoes and rubbed her feet, laying back on the couch and closing her eyes.

"Hello, Rose." She felt a familiar weight coming to join her on the couch. "Rough day?" he asked. Rose opened her eyes and nodded at him. John held out his arms to her, and she scooted closer to him to allow herself to be pulled tight against him.

"It was a long job of gettin' those rogue Sontorans together, and then Pete made me stay behind and do paperwork." She sighed. "I just need a nice cuppa."

John laughed. "You know you're going to be grateful about not having to do it later."

Rose turned to glare at him.

"Alright!" he laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'll make you some tea. You just stay and relax." He pulled away from her and walked into the kitchen.

Rose closed her eyes and felt herself nodding off. She was almost dreaming when she felt John's hands lightly cover her face. "I have your tea," he said quietly. She pulled herself up slowly into a sitting position, and took the mug from his hands appreciatively.

"Thanks." She took long sips, allowing the hot liquid to warm her body.

John sat down next to her and traced circles on her legs. "Do you want to hear a story?"

She nodded.

"Alright, about what?" he asked.

"You and Martha, please."

"I've gotta better one!" he exclaimed.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's about Martha, Jack, and I at this space pub." Ignoring the looks on Rose's face, he started, "Alright, so, it was just before Utopia that I was telling you about before, and Jack was complaining about the TARDIS' lack of alcohol. 'A time and space ship and she can't even make me alcohol?' he asks. 'Oi!' I protested, 'She doesn't serve it because alcohol is bad for you!' and then, he gets Martha in on this whole thing. Just imagine me, trying to hold my own against Jack Harkness and Martha Jones." Rose was giggling behind her mug. "Martha asks me if I've even had a drink before. Which I proudly proclaim 'A banana daiquiri once in the Palace of Versailles!' Well, this seemed to amuse them even further. They're rolling around on the floor, and I'm getting angry, right?" he pauses to see if Rose is still listening.

She says, "Right!" and smiles that tongue in teeth smile of hers, that makes him think maybe she's not on his side.

"Oi! Who's side are you on!" John protests.

Rose feigns innocence and says, "Oh, definitely yours, John."

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, he nods and continues, "'I'll prove to you I can tolerate drinking with the best of them!' I yell and smash some buttons to get us to the planet of Rastana, biggest bar in the world. Jack and Martha recover and they're sitting there with wide-eyed expressions. 'You're not goin' to kill us by crashin' this thing, right?' Martha asks fearfully. Jack and I assure her it's not going to happen. The TARDIS lands and we all climb out of it and walk right through the doors. Jack grabs us this lovely table and we all sit down, just chatting it up when Jack leans over and says, 'You ready for some real fun, Doctor?' I glare at him, about to say not in his wildest dreams, when he leaves the table with a grin. 'Where is he running of to?' I complain to Martha and she just gives me a sly grin. These two are plotting against me! Can you believe that, Rose? Anyways, he returns with three shot glasses and slams them on the table, liquid sloshing everywhere, and I ask 'What is that?' 'Whiskey, a man's drink!' he cheerfully proclaims, and he and Martha quickly take one in their hand. 'Come on, Doctor, are you gonna prove us wrong or not?' Martha asks, and I grab one up and knock it down at the same time as the two of them. I spit it out-awful stuff, that-and they start laughing even harder! I even have to pat Jack on the back so he doesn't choke to death!"

Rose laughs in earnest now, her mug of tea abandoned on the coffee table.

"'Maybe you should stick to banana daiquiris, Doc!' Jack roars, and he clears the table. He comes back with 4 beers and 2 banana daiquiris. He hands the daiquiris to me, and two beers to Martha, and we all start drinking. Now, I am embarrassed to admit, Rose, that this part of the scenario eludes me because I got terribly drunk. But Jack relayed the details to me the next morning, which were singing karaoke at the top of my lungs, very off-key; asking the waitress if she could bring me a screwdriver, sonic; and Jack giving me a very wet and sloppy kiss to which I only said 'Always bring bananas to a party!' and fell off the barstool, with Martha and Jack carrying me back into the TARDIS and almost falling over in laughter in the process."

"You can't hold your drink, hmmm?" Rose teased him.

John covered his face with his hands sheepishly. "Apparently not," he mumbled, and Rose kissed him on the cheek.

"Let's get you out of those jeans and that leather jacket, and I'll show you exactly how much fun bananas are at a party," she winked, and walked into their bedroom.