“1.What? 2. Why? And 3. How?…” She wondered if when was also a needed question,
“It’s me, it’s me, and… it’s me. I think that covers everything, but feel free to ask more questions as they arise, goodness knows you will anyway.”
The room shook briefly, accompanied by a low booming noise, and followed by the wail of an alarm going off. Missy’s smirk wavered for a moment.
“…Although perhaps priority one ought to be ‘getting out of this place before it explodes’?”
“Yeah its YOU, but what did youDO?” Clara asked feeling frustrated with the time lady. It was times like this, she wondered why did she decide to go travelling with her.
She grabbed her hand and pulled her in what she thought was the direction of the exit.
Oh gosh, she was cute like this, it should not be allowed. Seeing the bottle, Clara quickly snatched it away from her, setting it to the side.
“No more, okay, now come on, lets go get you sober… Vodka? you mean the wine is not all you have had?”
“Clara,” The Doctor groans in protest as she takes the bottle; the TARDIS, however, hums appreciatively at the brunette’s action. She’d been getting worried about her pilot.
Eventually, the Time Lady acquiesces to the ‘come on’, and stands up, hastily clutching at Clara’s arm when she starts swaying. “Um…had many things, actually, but I ran out of vodka pretty fast…the blue, fruity stuff…not sure where it came from, but I’m not complainin’…” The tendency to ramble clearly does not disappear from a drunk Doctor.
Clara stilled. “Wait… blue? As in bright illuminate blue in a bottle? Did you drink my bottle of Hpnotiq??”
It was a little bit amusing but at the same time, she didn’t think the Doctor was a light weight.
“Maybe a tad?” the blonde giggles in reply, picking up the half-full wine glass next to her. (It wasn’t that she’s a light-weight, as Clara would likely soon discover, it’s the sheer amount that the Doctor has consumed upon the rediscovery that she does in fact have an alcohol cupboard.) “Thinkin’ that maybe I like vodka more than wine.”
Oh gosh, she was cute like this, it should not be allowed. Seeing the bottle, Clara quickly snatched it away from her, setting it to the side.
“No more, okay, now come on, lets go get you sober… Vodka? you mean the wine is not all you have had?”
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 