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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[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor... did not really want to be here. Were it not for promises made to a number of people, he'd be using this time to sneak out. Were it not for threats to break down his door if he didn't show, he'd be sulking in his room. As it is, he's in a corner, watching everyone with the faintest little smile.

As edgy and nervous as he is now, it's still nice to see people enjoying themselves. Living. The domestic approach. It's been a long time since he's been around this sort of thing - at least, when nothing exploded or attacked in the middle of all the partying and so on.

Oh, he didn't need that thought. At least there aren't any Christmas trees to worry about, mistletoe or not.

[nothingsodivine]

Des has wandered away from Martha to go hit up Dinah for another drink and is just drunk enough to not hide a grin of glee when he sees the Doctor in a corner.

"My shoulder thanks you for not making me have to break down your door," he says as he approaches him. "It still twinges from the last time I did that. And contrary to what you might believe, I don't get a sick sort of enjoyment out of doing it."

He's drunk. Forgive everything he says. Standard disclaimers apply.

[thatsortofaman]

The gleeful grin somewhat baffles the Doctor - unless Des gets a perverse pleasure about forcing him to go places he doesn't want to, which is entirely possible. Nevertheless, he smiles back, even if it is only slightly.

"Twinges in your shoulder?" he asks mildly, trying for innocence and not quite making it. "Is it possible you're getting old? Four thousand years is a lot to catch up with you."

[nothingsodivine]

He does, by the way. That's just not what's being factored in right now... Of course, considering how many drinks he's had already tonight, the narration is fairly certain that he would look at a potted plant with the same gleeful look.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, poking the Doctor in the chest. "I am as young as I always was. 'Cept for the part where I'm pretty sure my heart will give out on me if I continue my reckless lifestyle, but that's a risk I'll have to take. 'M gonna be one of those old men who keeps on truckin'... Like Sean Connery."

He pauses momentarily as if he's actually considering that what he just said was probably really stupid. "Oh God. I just realized that if I stay here, I'm going to get old."

Nope. That wasn't what he was considering at all. Have fun with your drunk Descant, Doctor.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor's now thinking that it might be a good idea for him to start drinking too. Not that it's easy for him to get drunk... at all... so he may actually be out of luck here.

"Yeah, welcome to being human," the Doctor says with a bit of a smirk at Des' horrified look. "Not that I'd know, but I'd noticed it's fairly common." And given that several people would get very upset if Des happened to die young... yes, he'd better resign himself to getting old.

[nothingsodivine]

Des has take a moment for this. Luckily, the buzz is hitting him so hard, he'll be distracted by something shiny in two seconds so it's okay for the moment.

"I'd be so bad at it," he says, like getting old is like... Playing a piano or something. He stares at his glass. "And I need another drink."

One should note that his glass is still mostly full.

[thatsortofaman]

"Actually, as far as I can tell, it doesn't take any effort at all." The Doctor glances down to the drink in Des' hand, and then back up to Des' face, looking skeptical.

"What's wrong with the one you have?"

[nothingsodivine]

Des looks down and considers the drink for a minute as if he didn't see it correctly the first time. "Oh. Look at that."

He looks back up at the Doctor, somewhat sheepish. "I'm drunk, in case you haven't noticed."

He's managing to keep his words from slurring together, at least. That's something. Of course, Des's mouth is always the last to go when it comes to motor skills.

[thatsortofaman]

"I never would have guessed," the Doctor says dryly. But he doesn't seem at all bothered or annoyed by the drunken rambling - more amused than anything. "Is this what you and Martha got up to before I came around, then? I've heard stories of drunken table dancing..."

[nothingsodivine]

"Yes!" Des says, nodding as he takes another sip of his drink. "That was a thing of beauty, that was. And Marfa thinks she's going to get me table-dancing tonight, but you got to get up pretty damn early to get Desmond Descant to dance on tables."

Or at least present him with a hell of a lot of scotch. Thankfully, he hasn't touched a drop of scotch tonight, but the vodka can't be much better.

And yes, he did just pronounce 'Martha' as Marfa.

[thatsortofaman]

"You do realize that doesn't make any s- Did you just call her Marfa?"

Now he's considering staying around longer than he really has to just to see how bad this can possibly get.

[nothingsodivine]

Des is confused for a moment. "...Did I?"

He shrugs it off. "Well, it would have been a reasonable thing to call her if you were as drunk as I am... Or do you Time Lords have something against getting drunk in the name of Great Justice?"

Yes, everything is in the name of Great Justice with Des. It's just the way things are.

[thatsortofaman]

"Nothing against it, no. Not in general, I mean, though under specific circumstances I'd probably advise against it... I can't imagine flying a TARDIS while intoxicated would be a good idea, for instance."

That gives him pause. He misses his TARDIS, damn it.

"Mostly, though, it's just that it's not as easy for me." He'd almost said for us, but that's not right, because... well, it's not like there are any other Time Lords, and he can't even remember if Des knows that. "Different sort of... metabolism and all that. Well. Metabolism. Whole different system, really."

[nothingsodivine]

"I guess that tells me I shouldn't get into a drinking game with you," Des says after a moment, because listening to the Doctor rambling about anything when he's sober is hard enough (not that that was hard to understand, but you'd be surprised how little Des comprehends when he's- no, never mind, that's not hard to understand at all).

He finishes off his drink far too quickly, staggers a little (yeah, that was smart), and then remembers how to walk again. "Well, whether you get drunk or not, there's no harm in you tossing back a few, is there? I seem to have misplaced Martha anyway... So.. Maybe we'll find her where the drinks are."

Yes, his logic is so amazing. Fear it. Feeear it.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at him, but he can tell there's no keeping Des away from the drinks, so he might as well follow him and make sure that he doesn't fall and hurt himself on the way or anything. It seems a distinct possibility at this point.

"Why is it you and Martha don't have guardian angels?" he grumbles. "You could probably use them more than I. Or at least a chaperone." Oh, it's such a good thing he didn't see the two of them kissing, or that comment would be much, much more bitter. And possessive.

[nothingsodivine]

"Martha has a Guardian Angel," Des points out in a 'duh' sort of way. "And I had one... She's just... Not here."

Yes, even thoroughly soused he can say that with the right amount of sadness it deserves. He misses his angel, dammit.

And he can't quite manage the words to respond to the first bit with a And you so need a Guardian Angel, Doctor, so he just makes a noise rather like a 'hmph' sound for no real reason.

It's a miracle he manages to find the drinks table at all, but no Martha which saddens him a little. She'd probably like to see the Doctor here.