The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who

Birthday Blues

A few days after the TARDIS received the vital repairs it needed, comes the day of Valentine's Day, the day of love, and Lila's 29th birthday. The day of reckoning, as she's at the end of her 20s, and next year, she'll enter her thirties, joy.

... Not.

Thinking ahead, Lila obtained a day-off from work for today, she made sure that Theodore didn't need her for any adventuring.

She's all alone on her birthday, her siblings, and her father nowhere in the vicinity of the continent. It's expected, they're busy, and Lila didn't want to drag them to a pity party during heavy workloads.

... Not that she planned anything for her birthday, far from it, all she wanted, simply enjoy time to her lonesome and lament.

Where did the years go?

At one point, she couldn't wait to be eighteen, do her own thing, not have to get permission from dad to do anything, drive anywhere she wanted.

Now, she's working as a librarian, in a small flat, without Hammond's kindness, who knows where she'd be in life?

She's risking her life for people in different worlds, risking her health dealing with annoying Daleks, and trying desperately to survive the harder adventures when she isn't working as a librarian.

Her dating life remains abysmal, as noted by Bill's attempt at setting Lila up with a guy she knew from her yoga class the other night, the date ending as well as one thought.

The guy remained polite about it, but apparently, in his own words, Lila's 'older' than he realized.

... He wasn't talking about her age, he was no spring chicken anyway, he was about thirty-six.

Due to the adventures that she spent with Theodore, mentally, Lila's more 'experienced,' whatever the hell that means, than most people in her age bracket.

... Honestly, he could've just said that she wasn't his type, save the trouble of her trying to understand what he meant by her being older mentally, but c'est la vie.

In shorthand, Lila isn't wooing anybody, and at this point, adventuring's all about what she has on Friday nights.

Opening a cold beer can, Lila, in her lazy clothes of magenta color, plopped herself on the couch in front of her TV, with the desire of drinking away the bitter taste of aging.

Theodore has it easier, he'll age dandy, and nobody's going to think twice turning away someone like him. With his genes, he'll look thirty by the time he's fifty, and make people like Keanu second guess themselves.

Speaking of, Lila hadn't discussed her birthday with him, never came up, she didn't see the need of bringing it up anyhow, he's got a lot on his plate as it is, what's the point of adding something like a random factoid about herself?

Ah, it's not like he roots around her head, he's polite about it, and from what Lila knows, he's with Hammond.

Drinking from the can of some regional beer that she found at the store a little after the date soured and Bill standing there embarrassed, Lila lazed on her couch, watching whatever she found on TV.

No point at worrying about it going to her waist, Lila's run off every meal and drink for the last couple of months now, and that's in their universe, that doesn't include the other universes she went with Theodore.

Eh, who cares what someone like her has to say, they've heard it all before, seen it all before, and then some.

"And by forty, we still won't have hoverboards," Lila bemoaned that by the time she reached her forties, the mythical hoverboards remain out of reach, forever nothing more than wishes born from hopefuls.