Who: Connor and Kez When: Evening Where: The kitchen What: Connor is having a drink Warnings: Swearing, chances are.
Connor was bored out of his mind. On top of that, he was starting to wonder where his brother had got to. He hadn't seen him in a long time. Vanished completely. Maybe he had got himself lost. Connor could understand. He had found himself lost a few times. Not that he'd admit it. Still, he'd tease his brother about it when he found him again. He always did.
Lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag in and held the smoke, close and deep inside his lungs, eyes slipping shut just a moment long enough to trance and melt into brief bliss. And then he opened his eyes and let the smoke stream out. Picking up the bottle of whiskey, he poured himself another glass and placed the bottle back down. Another day, another night, nothing to do... He was going to go crazy soon enough. Maybe it was time to take a wander through the portal again. That strange doorway... took him right back home when he walked through, right back to the house he grew up in and then two days later, he was back on the TARDIS... Like nothing had happened.
He rubbed his brow and flicked the loose ash away from his cigarette.