The Doctor opened his eyes, “That can’t be right!” He looked down and there his finger was pointing. “Oi, poor job you did!” he said holding his index finger to his mouth. “Last time I put trust in you!”
He grabbed the piece of paper, jotted down the information, “Hmm,” he wrote down and looked at Rose. “So, here you are,” he handed it to the assistant person who was working with the disc jockey.
He tugged on her to go find a seat, a small little booth. He gestured her in and he sat across from her. He had a proud goofy smile on while he was watching the couple singer. “We are going to floor them!” He slid back on the booth, kicked his feet on the booth chair he was on.
The waitress came along and asked what they would like, “Brandy,” the Doctor said quickly, he grinned to Rose. He wanted to an Asian drink, he had asked the waitress, “Any chance you serve Mai Tais?” The waitress said they do, “Good, make it a brandy and a Mai Tai.”