- seven minutes in heaven -
Who: Rory Williams and Amy Pond
What: Drunk shenanigans in a broom closet. Obviously they will pass out before anything really fun happens.
When: Backdated all the way back to after the party for the victory over Riful
Where: a broom closet somewhere in the castle
Rating: R (for explicit snogging and removal of one hideous Victorian swimsuit), just to be on the safe side
Rory is dragging Amy by the hand across the castle grounds, giggling like a schoolboy, weaving this way and that and looking to be in serious danger of falling flat on his face. He's completely blitzed and it's showing: his nose is red, his eyes are glazed, he can't walk straight to save his life and he cannot stop laughing. Ah, the dangers of an open bar and an insistent fiancée.
"Amy! Amy, I think we're almost--almost there--"
He's staggering up the front steps to the castle proper now, bending so far over he's having to use his free hand to help paw his way up the stone steps. Once at the top he dramatically swings Amy around by the hand, nearly topping them both, before pulling her in for a kiss.
"There a closet in the foyer, you think?" he asks, still chuckling against her lips, "or d'you think it's too close to the door?"
What: Drunk shenanigans in a broom closet. Obviously they will pass out before anything really fun happens.
When: Backdated all the way back to after the party for the victory over Riful
Where: a broom closet somewhere in the castle
Rating: R (for explicit snogging and removal of one hideous Victorian swimsuit), just to be on the safe side
Rory is dragging Amy by the hand across the castle grounds, giggling like a schoolboy, weaving this way and that and looking to be in serious danger of falling flat on his face. He's completely blitzed and it's showing: his nose is red, his eyes are glazed, he can't walk straight to save his life and he cannot stop laughing. Ah, the dangers of an open bar and an insistent fiancée.
"Amy! Amy, I think we're almost--almost there--"
He's staggering up the front steps to the castle proper now, bending so far over he's having to use his free hand to help paw his way up the stone steps. Once at the top he dramatically swings Amy around by the hand, nearly topping them both, before pulling her in for a kiss.
"There a closet in the foyer, you think?" he asks, still chuckling against her lips, "or d'you think it's too close to the door?"