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Alcohol by Cedara [Reviews - 0] 
Alcohol by Cedara Sitting at the table in the alien inn, Martha carefully sipped at the strong beverage, while the Doctor downed his fourth cup as if it was water. It was good, but judging by the taste, there was a lot of alcohol in this drink. Granted, the Doctor was an alien, but he was still a guy, and they were notorious on drinking more than they should. "Doctor?" Martha tried to grab the cup from his hands, just as he wanted to get himself a refill, but failed. "Don't you think you've got enough? This stuff has got a high alcohol content - you'll end up drunk and who's gonna fly the TARDIS then?" "Drunk?" The Doctor snorted uncharacteristically. "I'm never getting drunk. I can shake the alcohol off just like I can shake off radiation." He drank the fifth cup in one go and stood up. "Just like...," he raised a foot and started to shake it, "...that." He fell towards Martha, who quickly got up to steady him and lower him back to the chair next to hers. "Oops." "You're drunk," Martha said, her tone no-nonsense like. "Nah!" The Doctor shook his head emphatically, then, noticing Martha's glare, added, "Okay, maybe a little." He leaned over to Martha and whispered. "Have I told you that you're really, really, really pretty?" Martha couldn't help smiling slightly. "No." "Blimey!" The Doctor exclaimed, loud enough that everyone in the pub could hear him. "But you are!" As if to emphasise that, he grabbed Martha's face with his hands and kissed her soundly. A second later, before Martha was even able to return the kiss, she felt him go slack against her and drop to the ground, unconscious. "Men!" Martha sighed, then called for a waiter to help her get the Doctor to one of the inn's overnight rooms. END |
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