Who: Rose Tyler and Casey Jones What: Pizza and beer and chatting and things When: Monday night Where: Starting at the complex, I assume Warnings: Casey's got a mouth on him and Rose is mad at Sam...s'all I got!
Rose knew, overall at least, she was incredibly lucky. She had the man she loved, she had incredible friends, she even had a relatively normal job now. Yes, she'd lost people she cared about to the seal, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't used to losing people by that point. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But she knew it could be worse and she kept going. She offered help where she could, she laughed when things were funny and felt for those who were in pain and she made plans to hang out with friends. Because, no matter what, the world kept on turning.
Until the day it burned up, but that was another tale.
She really did need to get away from the internet anyway, and she didn't want to be 'that' girlfriend, all clingy and dependent. So she threw on her jacket (why couldn't the Apocalypse have chosen a nice, warm location, like Miami?) and headed to the lobby of the complex, looking around for a familiar New Yorker. Not that you could tell he was a New Yorker just by looking at him, but once he opened his mouth, anyone nearby would know.