WHO: Martha Jones and Eliot Spencer WHAT: Buying him a drink to say thanks. WHEN: 7pm, as arranged WHERE: the bar Martha mentioned. RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
It had been a rough couple of weeks. It seemed as though the medical lab had gotten up and running just as it was needed, with paranoia, to scary levels of itching and even heart attacks. All because of a ghost haunting and Martha had thought she'd seen everything.
Thankfully, the worst seemed to have passed. The infected people were getting back to normal and even Gwen Raiden was stable and would be able to leave in a day or two. It had all left Martha pretty exhausted and desperate to just get out and relax for an evening. Not wanting to be out alone, she decided to kill two birds with one stone, company and thanking Eliot for getting hold of the defibrillator which had proven so vital. She suspected that she wouldn't want to know how he got hold of it, so instead she was just grateful that he had.
She was sitting at the bar, her foot hooked around the leg of the bar stool as she stirred her ice with a straw. It was just lemonade in her glass, as she rarely ever drank alcohol. Tonight she might make an exception, but not just yet at least. The place was fairly quiet, thankfully, not one of those trendy type bars that always seemed so crammed full of people. It was more like Martha's taste and she suspected maybe Eliot's as well. She couldn't deny being intrigued by the guy, as private as he seemed to be. Plus she'd found him good company before. Glancing up at the TV, her nose scrunched in confusion slightly at the game of American football on the screen as she waited for Eliot to arrive.