Dancing Doctor
Words: 133
Merry Christmas!
"Please welcome, to the floor, Sir Doctor and Donna Noble," the announcer's next words, if there were any, were drowned out by the polite claps of the guests.
"D'you actually know how to do this?" Donna asked, placing her champagne flute onto a tall table.
"Of course I do," the Doctor replied with indignation.
"You taught them all, didn't you?" she grinned.
"Of course," he nodded and Donna's sarcasm flew over his head on a pair of neon albatross wings.
"Lead on, then," she placed her arm on his elbow and they walked to the center of the hall.
"And now," the Doctor asked, putting one hand on Donna's waist and, with his other hand, taking one of hers. The music flared, "The important question is, Donna . . . can you waltz?"