Rose Tyler (![]() ![]() @ 2011-07-17 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler, the doctor (metacrisis) |
WHO: Rose and 10.2
WHAT: A verrrrrrrry drunken mistake of identity
WHERE: A pub
WHEN: Sunday night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Rose was pissed. There was no point in lying about that fact. She was as smashed as they come. And it wasn’t her fault. Sirius, the bloody doggy git that he was had got her drunk. As usual. Bad influence that man. Fucking gorgeous but a bad influence. But she loved him and if things went to shit with the Doctor she would be dragging his sculpted by angels arse to her bed and never letting him out. Other than to run errands for her. Treat her like a Queen. He’d make a good harem boy...
The less she thought about that the better.
She had found a group of people that came into the pub she worked at a couple of times and just stuck with them. She had lost Sirius somewhere after the last pub, she can vaguely remember him saying he had to get back home and her responding with some mix of insults. But when she went into the next pub all was forgotten. She had not known the Doctor to really sit in a pub himself, and she didn’t know if it was just her mind playing tricks but he didn’t look his normal sober, stern type. Grinning brightly she left the group and went straight to him, not even saying hello before she was snogging his face off.