Party Time!

[somebodysdeath]

((OOC: Sorry for the massive posting. XD Wanted to get this happiness started and finished before the doom and gloom of the weekend begin. Please, feel free to post your characters into this thread, their reactions to what's happening, let them have little threads with each other within the big major party thread. ALSO, feel free to say the stereo

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[smithnjones]

Martha Jones has forgone food in preference to getting drunk. Ever since Remus came into the hotel, covered in someone else's blood, this feeling of danger has overshadowed everything she's done. That shadow only increased following the meeting in the Doctor's room.

So drinking is good. It makes her smile at the decorations, enjoy the tipsy feeling, sway to the music, and forget the shadow.

She must be on her third by now. She hasn't kept track of exactly what went into it, how much alcohol has been consumed. Neither has Dinah.

[nothingsodivine]

Des didn't go to the funeral for a number of reasons, all of which he fully intends to get far too drunk to explain sooner rather than later. Maybe he'll get so drunk, he'll forget that war room meeting in the Doctor's room ever happened. That would be nice.

He's well on his way to that- not rip-roarin' drunk, of course, but buzzed enough that he kinda staggers when he walks, which is hilarious in itself.

"Great party," he says, sidling up to Martha before gesturing to the disco ball with his drink. "I see you sprung for a disco ball."

[smithnjones]

Martha smiles a little goofily at him. More at the staggering than the mention of the disco ball.

It is hilarious. How desperate they are to get drunk as fast as possible. Like being in college all over again.

"Yes, sir, I did." Her lips slide to the right in an equally goofy smirk. "Thought it'd make for a nice touch. Considering. We're supposed to be dancing 'n you need a disco ball for that."

[nothingsodivine]

"Oh well of course," he says, grinning. "Don't see how people dance without one, myself. And they say the Seventies are dead."

He is, of course, fairly convinced that he won't be dancing underneath any disco balls... At least right now. Ask him again when his Tom Collins count reaches numbers that can't be considered healthy for a man his age.

[smithnjones]

Martha finishes the current drink she'd been working and stands with a very definite, not driven by the rhythm of the music sway.

Her head's all fuzzy and she loves it.

"So, mister." She smirks, pointing her finger against his chest. "You going to dance, too? There's a disco ball!"

[nothingsodivine]

"I need far more alcohol than I've got in me at the moment before you can get me to dance, little darlin'."

No, the narration doesn't know why Des is talking like a random Texan. We'll blame the alcohol on that. Or something.

"You can ask me again later if the barkeep doesn't cut me off though. That Dinah can mix a drink, I tell you."

And... Now he's swaying a little, but at least it's kind of accidentally on rhythm.

[smithnjones]

"Oh, I think that can be arranged." Martha laughs, leaning against him as she looks up at him with that goofy, drunken smile she's managed to pick up tonight.

"Sides Dinah has strict rules not to cut anybody off unless they're vomiting or unconscious! 'm hoping you'll get to dancing before you get to that point."

Cause vomiting and dancing at the same time makes for a ridiculous mess and results in lots of tripping.

[nothingsodivine]

Des laughs and raises his glass, before wrapping his free arm around Martha's shoulders. "Then Dinah is my hero for the night for being Our Lady of Endless Drinks. I may have to kiss her before the night's over. Provided I can actually remember."

The narration had something to say to that, but it's going to decline because tonight is not the night to mock Des and his... Issues.

[smithnjones]

Martha snorts laughter at the title, pressing her face into his side.

"Right, yes, if I can remember, I might have to do the same."

Snrk. The narration is afraid that JD can be blamed for putting lesbian thoughts into Martha's head.

[nothingsodivine]

Des wrinkles his nose in amusement at the thought. "We'll all have to pounce on her. She'll get so many kisses, she'll think she's the bartender selling half-price drinks at the only club open on Mardi Gras... Without the covert use of mistletoe... Which was a nice touch, by the way."

Not that he's stumbled anywhere near such a thing... Yet.

[smithnjones]

"Yes, I thought so, too. Who cares if it's completely not the season. If it's the only way we can get a drunken orgy working then so be it!"

Martha smiles up at him, slipping her arm around the back of his waist and pressing close and trying to get out the remaining drops from her glass.

"Do you need mistletoe to kiss me?"

[nothingsodivine]

Des snorts into his drink. "God help me if I wake up surrounded by naked people I've never met. I don't think I can handle that level of awkward."

He looks down at her with a wry look when she says those words.

"Never, Martha Jones."

And he leans down and kisses her, thankful that this time there's no worry that she'll start healing him and it'll break up prematurely.

[smithnjones]

"Think you've handled a lot worse than waking up surrounded by naked people." Martha smirks. "Actually, as old as you are, you're gonna tell me you've never experienced waking up like that before?"

She smiles into the kiss, slipping her arm around his neck.

Incredibly thankful for the very same thing.

[nothingsodivine]

"I never went through my Roman orgy phase like most young immortals. Shocking, I know."

He breaks the kiss briefly tapping his nose lightly against hers. "You don't know how badly I needed this."

The kiss. The drinks. A feeling of total blissful happiness overshadowing the gloom for once.

[smithnjones]

"Incredibly shocking."

Martha smiles, sweetly, when his nose taps against hers.

"Not sure I realized how much I needed this, either."

She keeps pressed close, as her eyes slip close and she kisses him, again. It's really, really nice to not have to worry about the whole healing factor thing. Getting in the way.

"We should make this a monthly... thing. Drunken dance party." And for once, when mentioning the future, she doesn't think about how they have no idea where they'll be, what will happen in a month.

[nothingsodivine]

It's kind of scary how long it's been since he kissed someone... Not since Caroline in '84 and that... That was bad and he doesn't want to think about that at all. Not right now when he's kissing Martha, which is so much better than that ever was.

"I could get behind that," he grins, pushing thought away or at least letting the drunken buzz drown it out. "Maybe we get ol' Jack to knock a couple walls out and put us a club in here. That'd be something, wouldn't it?"