"What are we doing on Earth?" The Master stared. The Doctor fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Consider it a pit-stop," he inspected his tie. "I needed to pick up some supplies before taking you anywhere." The Master scowled, the brightened up as he spotted a pub.
"Let's have a drink," he said as he dragged the Doctor down the street.
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"I can't believe this," The Doctor actually sounded amazed. The Master shrugged, pleased. "This must be a new record. Well, for you, anyway. Half an hour, and you get us both arrested."
"How long did it take you to get arrested? And where, since these humans seem to love you," The Master asked curiously.
"About ten minutes, on Messaline," the Doctor admitted. He flushed as his cellmate burst out laughing. The two of them started an argument over who caused more chaos, but stopped when they heard the sound of their cell door opening. A young man was unceremoniously dumped inside before the door closed again.
There was an awkward silence in which they all stared at each other. The young man was quite attractive, with blue eyes and curly brown hair.
"So," the Master broke the silence. "What are you in here for?" The young man blushed.
"Public indeceny," he mumbled. The Master snickered, earning a frown from the Doctor. "I'm Chris, by the way.
"John," the Doctor smiled. He pointed a thumb at the Master. "And this is Harry."
"What about you?" Chris asked. "How did you two end up in here?"
"I stabbed a poodle with a fork," the Master said nonchalantly. "And tried to frame him." he inclined his head towards the Doctor. Chris's jaw dropped. The Doctor gave a sheepish grin.
"Believe it or not, its true," he said quietly. "His excuse was that it was annoying. Needless to say, the poodle's owner wasn't pleased."
"It was annoying!" the Master exclaimed.
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The cell door slid open. All three were escorted out, dumped into the street, and warned not to cause trouble again.
Chris turned to the other men. "I should get going," he fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into the Doctor's hand. "Call me," he said, then vanished down the dimly lit street, oblivious to the Doctors open mouthed stare and the Master's laughter.
"Consider it a pit-stop," he inspected his tie. "I needed to pick up some supplies before taking you anywhere." The Master scowled, the brightened up as he spotted a pub.
"Let's have a drink," he said as he dragged the Doctor down the street.
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"I can't believe this," The Doctor actually sounded amazed. The Master shrugged, pleased. "This must be a new record. Well, for you, anyway. Half an hour, and you get us both arrested."
"How long did it take you to get arrested? And where, since these humans seem to love you," The Master asked curiously.
"About ten minutes, on Messaline," the Doctor admitted. He flushed as his cellmate burst out laughing. The two of them started an argument over who caused more chaos, but stopped when they heard the sound of their cell door opening. A young man was unceremoniously dumped inside before the door closed again.
There was an awkward silence in which they all stared at each other. The young man was quite attractive, with blue eyes and curly brown hair.
"So," the Master broke the silence. "What are you in here for?" The young man blushed.
"Public indeceny," he mumbled. The Master snickered, earning a frown from the Doctor. "I'm Chris, by the way.
"John," the Doctor smiled. He pointed a thumb at the Master. "And this is Harry."
"What about you?" Chris asked. "How did you two end up in here?"
"I stabbed a poodle with a fork," the Master said nonchalantly. "And tried to frame him." he inclined his head towards the Doctor. Chris's jaw dropped. The Doctor gave a sheepish grin.
"Believe it or not, its true," he said quietly. "His excuse was that it was annoying. Needless to say, the poodle's owner wasn't pleased."
"It was annoying!" the Master exclaimed.
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The cell door slid open. All three were escorted out, dumped into the street, and warned not to cause trouble again.
Chris turned to the other men. "I should get going," he fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into the Doctor's hand. "Call me," he said, then vanished down the dimly lit street, oblivious to the Doctors open mouthed stare and the Master's laughter.