Left Behind {Doctor Who/Tenth Doctor}

Chapter 5

He walks back into my house wearing just a white dress shirt, jeans and his converse. My mouth drops opens in awe.

"Now, first things first. Be honest. How do I look?"

"Different... Yes, that's the word," I mutter.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure. I'm used to your 'trenchcoat and converse look'. I'm not going to lie, though. You look nice," I state.

"Just nice?" He smirks.

"Well, I mean, no. You always look 'nice'. You look above average right now... Like, a good twelve percent over 'nice'. If that makes sense," I say with a serious face. "Although, you should probably lose the tie."

"Why? Don't you like the tie? Everybody likes the tie..."

"Yes, but not at a club." I walk up to him, grabbing his tie, loosening it, and pulling it over his head. I feel his breath on my hand as I do so. I throw it on my couch. "Let's go," I say as I gesture to my garage door. We walk out to my car.

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"We could have taken the TARDIS," he groans.

"I agree, but when was the last time you drove in a car?"

"Well, that's the question... I don't know."

"Again, my point," I grimly say. "You should just enjoy this time that we have," I suggest.

"I should."

"Because you never know when-"

"No. No. No-no. Don't say anything," he cuts me off. "Have you ever seen a dog mutated-"

"Very off topic... Anyways, we're almost there, so stop whining."

"I'm impatient," he whines.

"Clearly," I say as I take a turn into the parking lot. "And we have arrived." He jumps out of the car.

"I'm cold. Chilly. Chilly-cold," he announces. I mentally groan at his actions.

"You could have taken a coat," I state. I open my door to get out. I lock my car before walking towards the building. He follows me inside.

"Ooh, not cold. Not chilly. Warm... Moist... Moisture... Very moist in here," he says as he rubs his palms. I shake my head.

"I'm going to pretend that I couldn't hear you over this loud music," I smile when he speaks again.

"Pardon?"

"Can you just be ordinary for one second?" I question. We make our way over to the bar. We sit on the stools as we do. 

"Ordinary is boring. Why be ordinary when you can be extraordinary?"

"Good question, but I have a better one," I say as I walk toward the bar. "Can I have a martini, please? Actually, make that two."

"Martini... Martini... Maaartini," he starts. "Why is it called a martini?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask," I mutter as I roll my eyes. "Okay, first things first, don't say stupid shit or ask stupid questions."

"No such thing as a stupid question," he pouts, looking genuinely hurt. He looks away, only to be checked out by some women. I choke on my water when one winks.

"What?" He questions, totally not catching on.

"Bunch of flirts," I gesture to the women. He looks back at them, being totally obvious. They smile and wave his way. He does the same back. I wait for him to look back at me.

"Nice ladies... Waving at me," he says smiling."You could have greeted me like that."

"That's flirting. We quit that a long time ago," I say. I look over at the young women giggling. I could almost vomit in my mouth. He looks back at them one last time causing jealousy to overflow my emotions. I shrug it off quickly as the bartender hands us our drinks. I send a smile his way before taking a sip of mine. The Doctor does the same. 

"Mmm, I can taste the gin," he states before he takes another large sip. He nods in delight before looking around. The music that is playing makes me want to dance. I haven't actually danced with someone in a while. I mean, I dance in my house, but not with someone else. Now, the music that is playing isn't slow dance. No, it's a techy-trap kind of song. It's actually pretty decent sounding, but that's coming from someone who listens to everything. 

"To be honest, I haven't been to a club in a long time," I utter. A smile appears on his face. "Also, let me know if I've had too much to drink."

"Okay," is all he says. "This drink is brilliant!" He cheers. 

"Yeah, I know. It's good," I say. 

"What is this music?" He asks. 

"Trap."

"Where?" He jumps out of his seat, suddenly worried. 

"No, that's the music," I roll my eyes. 

"I see," he clicks his toungue. "It's intresting. More than intresting... Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's not bad," I counter as he finishes his Martini. 

"Sir? Bartender? May I have another Maaartini?" He drags on the word 'Martini'. Just as he finished asking, a Martini was given to him. "Thank you."

"I'll have one too," I comment. A Martini is handed my way. I send an appreciative nod the bartenders way. He winks back and I blush. The Doctor notices what had happened. He chugs down his drink before putting a scowl on his lips. I ignore him before looking at the bartender again. "What a night... Very busy," I laugh. 

"Yeah, no kidding... Your boyfriend seems to be enjoying it," the bartender says as he gestures to the scowling Doctor. I just laugh. 

"Not my boyfriend, but a very subtle way to see my reaction towards that statement," I laugh again. The bartender does the same. 

"I'm Joeseph."

"Alessandra," I introduce myself. The Doctor abruptly stands before looking my way. His face turns a steamy red as he faces the bartender.