Yowzah Oneshot Collection (3)

120(G)

Hell in High Heels

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"Stop looking so uncomfortable - can you at least pretend you're having fun for me?" Amy whines as she pushes the Doctor up to the bar, rolling her eyes.

"I don't see why I should pretend to be enjoying myself when you dragged me -"

"Oh shush. I'm hitting the ladies, order me a drink yeah?"

"Wait - Amy don't leave me on my own -!"

She strides off and the Doctor glances around helplessly, wringing his hands in front of him. This was the last time he ever let his best friend talk him into one of her idea's of a 'night out.'

"Hello handsome."

He spins to find a tall woman with sleek dark brown hair and deep red lips smiling at him widely where she leans back against the bar beside him.

He glances around. "Hello me?"

She giggles. "Yes, you." Her eyes rake over him from head to toe, slowly and in a way that makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"Um... hello," he says, raising a hand in an awkward wave.

She licks her lips. "Buy me a drink?"

"Oh," the Doctor stammers, surprised, "Um, actually -"

She leans in. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Erm -" he lets out a nervous laugh. "I'm just - just waiting for a friend actually..."

"Perfect, me too," she says. "How about a dance while we wait and you can buy me that drink after if you'd prefer?"

"Uhh..." a bit panicked, his eyes dart about. "I don't really dance," he tries.

Sliding bold fingertips up over the lapels of his jacket, she presses herself close to him as he tries to lean away. "I can show you some moves," she suggests. "I'm good on my feet." She leans up on her tiptoes to speak into his ear. "And I'm even better off them."

The Doctor lets out a squeak, and plucks the hand from his jacket with another nervous laugh. "All the same, I'm not sure I -"

"Oh come on... one little dance?"

He starts to sweat. "Well, I - not that you're not very lovely, it's just that I -"

"Hello sweetie."

The Doctor jumps, blinking in shock as another woman with a mass of blonde curls sidles up to him on the other side and slips her hand round his waist, standing straight up on her tiptoes and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry I'm late."

He blinks at her.

"Who's this?" The dark haired woman leans in to ask.

"This?" He looks back and forth between them, at a loss. "Uh - I -"

"I'm his wife," the curly-haired woman replies, leaning into him and staring the other woman down pointedly. "And you are?"

"Oh," the woman visibly deflates. "I'm - we just met - I - he didn't say he had a wife," she says, a frown on her face.

"He does."

"Right. Well... I was just leaving..."

"That's probably a good idea."

With a lingering glance at the Doctor, the woman turns and moves away from them. He lets out a sigh of relief, before whirling to face the other woman, still not entirely sure what had just happened. He blinks at her.