Lost in Time - for notoneline
[A continuation of a thread started in the meme, which you can't read because the page is broken.]
Turn of the century Paris, France, it really was a lovely time. In a case of drunk mishaps and confusion, the Doctor had accidentally spent the night at a brothel, but the woman he had met there, despite being oddly far too fascinated with his old broken pocket watch, was quite lovely. He felt rather silly leaving his address with her, given he only had a few days left in the city, but maybe they'll meet again.
The Doctor spent his day going over city planning and proposals of distributing electricity to the greater part of the city, and so far, things were going very well. The investors seemed interested and the council very pleased thus far.
That evening, he and his coworkers were invited to a night of theater, where a box was reserved for them. "Mr. Smith, you look a bit tired!" One of his coworkers with the most impish grin pointed out. After all, it was his idea to go there in the first place. "Kept a lady up all night?" He and another coworker shared a laugh while the Doctor just smiled and took a sip of champagne that had been offered. They didn't need to know the details that happened so he'd let their imagination run with it.
Excusing himself for a moment, the Doctor moved out in the lobby area, looking for the restroom, only a head of tight curls caught his eye. It was the woman from the previous night! What a coincidence!
Turn of the century Paris, France, it really was a lovely time. In a case of drunk mishaps and confusion, the Doctor had accidentally spent the night at a brothel, but the woman he had met there, despite being oddly far too fascinated with his old broken pocket watch, was quite lovely. He felt rather silly leaving his address with her, given he only had a few days left in the city, but maybe they'll meet again.
The Doctor spent his day going over city planning and proposals of distributing electricity to the greater part of the city, and so far, things were going very well. The investors seemed interested and the council very pleased thus far.
That evening, he and his coworkers were invited to a night of theater, where a box was reserved for them. "Mr. Smith, you look a bit tired!" One of his coworkers with the most impish grin pointed out. After all, it was his idea to go there in the first place. "Kept a lady up all night?" He and another coworker shared a laugh while the Doctor just smiled and took a sip of champagne that had been offered. They didn't need to know the details that happened so he'd let their imagination run with it.
Excusing himself for a moment, the Doctor moved out in the lobby area, looking for the restroom, only a head of tight curls caught his eye. It was the woman from the previous night! What a coincidence!