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Fic: At the Bottom of a Bottle
Title: At the Bottom of a Bottle
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tarnera
Appearing in this work: 2nd Doctor, Jamie, Zoe
Spoilers/Timeline: None, any time when these three were together.
Word Count: 775
Rating: Teen. A swear word, groping, and possible 2/Jamie.
Summary: Jamie gets drunk and the Doctor learns a startling fact.
Disclaimer/Thanks: I own nothing, save my crazy theories. Thanks towater_tengu for this insane plot bunny.
Prompt: Drunkenness & Inebriation
Author's Note: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cliche_bingo's challenge.
The Doctor sat in one of the many chairs that lined the wall of the club. He was nursing a glass of orange juice and listening to the rather appalling sounds that were currently being blatted out of the speaker.
"Call that music?" he muttered. "Noise, that's what it is. Sheer, eardrum-rupturing cacophony."
Zoe ran up to him and grabbed his arm, almost spilling his juice. "Come dance with me, Doctor!" she shouted above the noise, laughing.
"I don't—bother this rap nonsense," he muttered. "I don't dance!" he shouted at her.
"That's because you're too old!" she yelled back cheerfully.
"Zoe, why are we here again?" the Doctor asked as loudly as he could.
"Because I wanted to see what these sorts of Earth clubs were like in the year 2000!" she yelled back, and ran back to the dance floor with her silvery one-piece outfit twinkling in the pulsing lights.
The Doctor frowned gently and took a sip of his drink. He suspected Zoe may have had a few alcoholic beverages. His eyes turned to the bar and his frown deepened. Zoe didn't have anything on Jamie, who had started drinking what looked like beers the second Zoe had insisted on coming in here and had kept up a steady pace all evening. The Doctor sighed, and settled himself more firmly into his chair. It didn't look like they would be leaving until the club kicked them out. On the bright side, if Jamie had any more to drink, they might just be asked to leave.
***
Two hours later, with the club lights being turned out behind them, they finally managed to get out of there. Zoe wasn't too badly off and the Doctor was stone sober, but Jamie needed the support of both his traveling partners to walk at all.
"I don't understand humans," the Doctor muttered as he helped the drunken Scotsman along. "Why do you drink that poisonous stuff when you go places to 'have fun'? What's so fun about not being able to remember things the next day?"
"I didn' have fun," Jamie said.
"That's because you didn't dance!" Zoe said.
"I wouldn' have had fun if I danched," Jamie slurred. "There washn' a fight, sho what'sh the poin'?"
Zoe rolled her eyes at this logic. The Doctor sighed. "We could go somewhere you would have fun, if you'd like, Jamie," he offered. "Though I would prefer it if there was no fighting."
Jamie smirked. "We don' have to go anywhere, Doctor," he said in what the Doctor thought was supposed to be a seductive tone. He felt Jamie's hand wander down his back and paw at his...
The Doctor jumped a bit, reached around behind himself, and pulled Jamie's hand away from his ass. "That will be quite enough of that," he said more sharply that he had meant to.
Jamie didn't seem to notice the Doctor's tone in his intoxicated state. "Aw, c'mon, Doc, it'll be fun!" he said cheerfully.
The Doctor slung Jamie's arm back around his shoulders and patted the hand awkwardly. "That's as may be, Jamie, but, erm...ah..."
Zoe was trying to cover a smirk of her own. "Did Jamie just proposition you, Doctor? Not too bad for an old geezer!"
"And that's enough from you, young lady! As for you, Jamie, the second we get back to the TARDIS you're going straight to bed," the Doctor said.
"Oh?" Jamie said, arching an eyebrow. "Izzat a promish, Doctor?"
"Yes! I mean, no, I mean...I mean you're going to bed to sleep," the Doctor stammered. Zoe was still smirking. "Alone!" he added for good measure.
***
Thankfully the TARDIS wasn't far. The Doctor couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief as he pushed the lever down to close the inner doors. Jamie leaned heavily against him, almost unconscious on his feet. Zoe was still trying to support him from the other side but she was clearly tired as well, if not as bad off as Jamie. She helped the Doctor half-carry, half-drag Jamie to his room and then the Doctor waved her off to her own bed. He got Jamie onto his bed without much trouble, easily avoiding an arm that tried to pull him down too. He decided against removing any of Jamie's clothes.
Leaving Jamie there to sleep off his drunken stupor, he wandered back to the room where he occasionally slept but mostly just used to store odds and ends and interesting widgets. Settling into a convenient and empty chair, he stared up at the ceiling.
Well, if nothing else tonight had certainly given him quite a lot to think about.
Author:
tarneraAppearing in this work: 2nd Doctor, Jamie, Zoe
Spoilers/Timeline: None, any time when these three were together.
Word Count: 775
Rating: Teen. A swear word, groping, and possible 2/Jamie.
Summary: Jamie gets drunk and the Doctor learns a startling fact.
Disclaimer/Thanks: I own nothing, save my crazy theories. Thanks to
water_tengu for this insane plot bunny.Prompt: Drunkenness & Inebriation
Author's Note: This was written for
cliche_bingo's challenge.The Doctor sat in one of the many chairs that lined the wall of the club. He was nursing a glass of orange juice and listening to the rather appalling sounds that were currently being blatted out of the speaker.
"Call that music?" he muttered. "Noise, that's what it is. Sheer, eardrum-rupturing cacophony."
Zoe ran up to him and grabbed his arm, almost spilling his juice. "Come dance with me, Doctor!" she shouted above the noise, laughing.
"I don't—bother this rap nonsense," he muttered. "I don't dance!" he shouted at her.
"That's because you're too old!" she yelled back cheerfully.
"Zoe, why are we here again?" the Doctor asked as loudly as he could.
"Because I wanted to see what these sorts of Earth clubs were like in the year 2000!" she yelled back, and ran back to the dance floor with her silvery one-piece outfit twinkling in the pulsing lights.
The Doctor frowned gently and took a sip of his drink. He suspected Zoe may have had a few alcoholic beverages. His eyes turned to the bar and his frown deepened. Zoe didn't have anything on Jamie, who had started drinking what looked like beers the second Zoe had insisted on coming in here and had kept up a steady pace all evening. The Doctor sighed, and settled himself more firmly into his chair. It didn't look like they would be leaving until the club kicked them out. On the bright side, if Jamie had any more to drink, they might just be asked to leave.
***
Two hours later, with the club lights being turned out behind them, they finally managed to get out of there. Zoe wasn't too badly off and the Doctor was stone sober, but Jamie needed the support of both his traveling partners to walk at all.
"I don't understand humans," the Doctor muttered as he helped the drunken Scotsman along. "Why do you drink that poisonous stuff when you go places to 'have fun'? What's so fun about not being able to remember things the next day?"
"I didn' have fun," Jamie said.
"That's because you didn't dance!" Zoe said.
"I wouldn' have had fun if I danched," Jamie slurred. "There washn' a fight, sho what'sh the poin'?"
Zoe rolled her eyes at this logic. The Doctor sighed. "We could go somewhere you would have fun, if you'd like, Jamie," he offered. "Though I would prefer it if there was no fighting."
Jamie smirked. "We don' have to go anywhere, Doctor," he said in what the Doctor thought was supposed to be a seductive tone. He felt Jamie's hand wander down his back and paw at his...
The Doctor jumped a bit, reached around behind himself, and pulled Jamie's hand away from his ass. "That will be quite enough of that," he said more sharply that he had meant to.
Jamie didn't seem to notice the Doctor's tone in his intoxicated state. "Aw, c'mon, Doc, it'll be fun!" he said cheerfully.
The Doctor slung Jamie's arm back around his shoulders and patted the hand awkwardly. "That's as may be, Jamie, but, erm...ah..."
Zoe was trying to cover a smirk of her own. "Did Jamie just proposition you, Doctor? Not too bad for an old geezer!"
"And that's enough from you, young lady! As for you, Jamie, the second we get back to the TARDIS you're going straight to bed," the Doctor said.
"Oh?" Jamie said, arching an eyebrow. "Izzat a promish, Doctor?"
"Yes! I mean, no, I mean...I mean you're going to bed to sleep," the Doctor stammered. Zoe was still smirking. "Alone!" he added for good measure.
***
Thankfully the TARDIS wasn't far. The Doctor couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief as he pushed the lever down to close the inner doors. Jamie leaned heavily against him, almost unconscious on his feet. Zoe was still trying to support him from the other side but she was clearly tired as well, if not as bad off as Jamie. She helped the Doctor half-carry, half-drag Jamie to his room and then the Doctor waved her off to her own bed. He got Jamie onto his bed without much trouble, easily avoiding an arm that tried to pull him down too. He decided against removing any of Jamie's clothes.
Leaving Jamie there to sleep off his drunken stupor, he wandered back to the room where he occasionally slept but mostly just used to store odds and ends and interesting widgets. Settling into a convenient and empty chair, he stared up at the ceiling.
Well, if nothing else tonight had certainly given him quite a lot to think about.
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