Mark North (nomachobullshit) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-03-11 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan foster : shagontap, mark north : nomachobullshit |
Who: Mark and Dan
When: Just after this.
Where: Mark's room, outside the TARDIS, and some alien bar
What: A drink (or a date?)
Rating: Could get rather racy
Mark was frantic. Half an hour. Half an hour! He had to find something to wear. It was... Well. He'd been... He was... What was he doing? He'd been flirting. Quite plainly flirting. Was he going to... How could he even think about that? But Dan... Dan was something else. Even if he didn't go anywhere with this, he wanted to look nice for Dan.
His hair would just have to do. He hadn't shaved either, but he looked all right with a bit of scruff. He went to his closet and started flipping through. He wished he had the time to go down to the wardrobe and truly find the perfect outfit, but he didn't. He finally picked out a dark red shirt and grey slacks. A suit would be too formal for going for drinks. This would do.
He left the top button undone and gazed into the mirror. He wasn't completely satisfied, but there was little else he could do. He went to the dresser and put on his watch, slipping into his nicest shoes as well, then took a deep breath and went out into the hall.
With fairly little difficulty he found his way to the console room and the door leading outside. This was always the tricky bit. You didn't know what was on the other side of that door. He steeled his nerves and pushed it open, stepping outside.