Rec: The Party Don't Start by honeynoir
How has honeynoir not been recc-ed here yet? Well, that means that I get the pleasure of introducing her to this community :) Her stories are chock full of Eleven and Amy and River goodness. Like, for example,
Story: The Party Don't Start
Author: honeynoir
Rating: Mild teen for mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 2120
Author's summary: The Doctor strode into the great room as if he actually had any business there.
Characters: Eleven, Amy and River
Warnings: none
Recced because: I love how this story is told on the edges of something; you get a sense of the bigger story surrounding this one, but all the plot plays back seat to lovely character moments and witty dialogue. And where River Song is concerned, even a dinner party becomes an enigma.
The Doctor raked a hand through his hair and surveyed the room with a sort of idly bored appraisal. “Why are you hosting this party?”
"Why are you crashing this party?”
“The TARDIS suggested it.”
River muttered, “I’ll have to have a word with her.”
“So… You just decided you’d rent a huge house and throw a somewhat fancy bash?”
“Oh, stop it. It’s just a party. Fake, of course.”
“Of course. Best fake party I’ve ever been to.”
She raised a brow. “Is it?”
“Well, in this century.” He frowned. “This decade, let’s say. And you have real live waitpeople. And champagne. And a smorgasbord.”
“I like the classics.” She touched the string of pearls around her neck absent-mindedly.
Story: The Party Don't Start
Author: honeynoir
Rating: Mild teen for mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 2120
Author's summary: The Doctor strode into the great room as if he actually had any business there.
Characters: Eleven, Amy and River
Warnings: none
Recced because: I love how this story is told on the edges of something; you get a sense of the bigger story surrounding this one, but all the plot plays back seat to lovely character moments and witty dialogue. And where River Song is concerned, even a dinner party becomes an enigma.
The Doctor raked a hand through his hair and surveyed the room with a sort of idly bored appraisal. “Why are you hosting this party?”
"Why are you crashing this party?”
“The TARDIS suggested it.”
River muttered, “I’ll have to have a word with her.”
“So… You just decided you’d rent a huge house and throw a somewhat fancy bash?”
“Oh, stop it. It’s just a party. Fake, of course.”
“Of course. Best fake party I’ve ever been to.”
She raised a brow. “Is it?”
“Well, in this century.” He frowned. “This decade, let’s say. And you have real live waitpeople. And champagne. And a smorgasbord.”
“I like the classics.” She touched the string of pearls around her neck absent-mindedly.