Jenny (AU) // Doctor Who // You know where

[mm_chlorrel]

Ignoring the icon, there is an evil male Time Lady in the bar. (S)he's not looking too happy with the current scheme of things.

However, the choice of clothing today is much more appropriate than the night she was turned into a Time Lord for the first time: a sharp looking suit.

After all, evil overlords have a reputation to fulfill.

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[notapoodle]

The suit definitely has the approval of Ryan, who has some sort of stylish shirt, slacks and pullover combo going on today. And of course the matching fedora. But that's to be expected.

"So much better to have you out of that dress," he comments as he joins her-- him.

[bitunlikely]

"Mmm," she murmured, looking Ryan over. Jenny grinned lazily at him. She crossed her legs and leaned on the table between the booth, inching closer. "I was rather fond of that dress."

[notapoodle]

"I'm sure you looked fantastic in it when it was actually on the form meant for it," he replies with a vague shrug and a smirk playing on his lips. She can eye him up as much as she wants, he adores the attention.

[bitunlikely]

"You know perfectly well that I did."

She giggled playfully, resting her chin on one hand as the other reached out to finger his arm.

"It would even appeal to a guy like you."

[notapoodle]

With his arms folding on the table top, Ryan leans forward just that little bit closer now.

"Hey, I can appreciate a female form as much as the next guy." He just can't generally appreciate them beyond finding them appealing.

[bitunlikely]

"We'll have to find out once I'm out of this form, won't we?"

Jenny's smile is bright and deceivingly innocent. Her fingers continue to run up and down the flesh of his forearm, tracing small circles. She giggles and shrugs.

"Think of it as further experimentation."

[notapoodle]

Beyond a vaguely amused sounding 'hmm', the teen isn't going to bother voicing his argument. She can certainly try, but he's under the distinct belief it won't happen, no matter how much attempts are made.

"I'd rather you stuck around how you are for a while longer.."

[bitunlikely]

She winked. "See something you like?"

[notapoodle]

"More than something," he winked right back. Does he like Jenny as male for certain reasons? Mostly. Does that technically count as using someone? Probably.

"Can I get you a drink?"

[bitunlikely]

Does that matter to Jenny?

Not at all.

Especially not if there are free drinks involved.

"Atlantean?"

[notapoodle]

"Isn't that stuff meant to be insanely strong?" He wouldn't know, he doesn't drink alcohol except the occasional glass of wine at home on special occasions.

[bitunlikely]

Jenny quirked an eyebrow.

"So?"

[notapoodle]

"I'm just asking, is all," he comments with a defensive shrug, clicking a waitrat over and pleasantly ordering an Atlantean and a Safe Sex on the Beach. Couple more years until he can drink alcohol yet, and he's not even sure about Jenny, but he won't ask about legalities.

[bitunlikely]

The wait rat looked at Ryan quizzically, almost as if it would ask for ID. Jenny rolled her eyes and pulled out a blank piece of paper from her pocket.

"We're old enough," she told the rat, flashing it in front of him.

The rat nodded and scurried away to fulfill the order.

[notapoodle]

Fake ID or not, Ryan will be a good boy and stick to his virgin cocktail. Morals state he shouldn't drink alcohol, so he won't, see. Besides, he likes juice.

"Ooh, what was that? Fake ID?" He is curious is all.

[bitunlikely]

"Fake ID?" Jenny raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully. "Oh, you only think."

She shows Ryan the psychic paper. Rather than any sort of ID however, it's a promise of mind-blowing sex.