Do you call them Doctors Chase or Doctors Doctor?

[_bridget_jones_]

There was a hastily written note tacked to the bulletin board in rounded letters:

Congratulations to Dr. Rob Chase and The Doctor!Because they were great prats and didn't invite anyone to their wedding, there will be a wedding party for them this evening, the 30th of August at The Hub. Friends and acquaintances invited. Presents welcomed, but not

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[dr_mchot]

So, wedding party. Addison hadn't been to one of those since...well, since a very long time ago. But she was invited (she knew half the marriage, she stitched up the other half) and she was there. She was there and enjoying herself and looking good in pale blue.

So there was that, at least.

[jamesmadrox]

Jamie himself was wearing a navy blue suit complete with open white dress shirt. It goes extremely well with my crutches, thanks for asking.

"You look beautiful," he murmured in Addison's ear as he passed her from behind and eventually crutched his way in front of her. "I'd do the manly thing and get us drinks, but, uh, y'know..."

[dr_mchot]

"You're not looking so bad yourself," she advised in return, with a grin, patting his shoulder. "Here, you stay put, I'll do the manly thing and get us the drinks. Just don't start reminding people about it."

She made her way to the bar, leaning over to fetch two fruit-somethings, bringing them back. "Here's to barely knowing patients and still getting invited," she toasted.

[jamesmadrox]

"Which one was your patient?" he asked before taking a sip. "I mean, I sort of know the Doctor. From here and from television." He laughed and took a tentative sip. "Hey, this is actually pretty good. No furniture smoothie tonight!"

[dr_mchot]

Addison peered through the crowd, pointing at the skinny brunette of the two. "That one there," she said. "Dark and needs-a-sandwich. I stitched up his chest during the dinosaur rampage and then took them out...wait, furniture smoothie?" she asked, worriedly.

[jamesmadrox]

"The Doctor," said Jamie with a confirming nod. Definitely right on the sandwich thing, though. "And yeah, furniture smoothie. To go with the whole moonshine possibly being furniture polish in disguise motif."

[dr_mchot]

She gave a laugh at that, raising the glass anyway. "Well, then here's to the drinks not tasting like furniture smoothies. So that's the Doctor who can't be bothered to have a last name," she mused.

[jamesmadrox]

"Would it help if I told you he's from British sci-fi?" asked Jamie, grinning as he adjusted his crutches slightly to make sure he didn't topple over. While the pain was most insignificant these days - Well, in comparison to getting shot, a broken foot's nothing to write home about. - it was more about keeping track of the balancing act that were crutches and alcohol.

[dr_mchot]

"Actually," she said, giving a hum of a sound. "It sort of does make it better." She gave him a broad, charmed grin. "It makes me feel less bad about not-knowing."

[jamesmadrox]

"I only know about it because I lived in Scotland in the 70s," he said, matching her grin and leaning in to whisper something conspiratorially. "I had a friend who had the lunchbox."

[dr_mchot]

Addison leaned in, enjoying the conspiratorial nature of their conversation. "Oooh," she whispered. "Well, your friend must have been the envy of every other seven-year-old around," she teased slightly. "And was this friend you, by chance?"

[jamesmadrox]

"Maybe," he admitted, shifting his eyes back and forth. "Of course, I was my own best friend back then. Literally."

[dr_mchot]

"That must have been nice," she ruminated on the idea. "I mean, given, I had a best friend. I had one for eleven years, but it must have been nice to always have that...you know.." she gestured, vaguely. "That confirmation of it."

[jamesmadrox]

"It had its perks," he said with a shrug and an easy smile as he pulled away now and readjusted the crutches for the umpteenth time. Just a few more weeks, Madrox. Then you're free.

[dr_mchot]

Addison reached over to pry the crutches away. "Okay, you are in need of a seat," she said, in her best firm 'Now it is time to listen to Addison' tone as she wrangled a stool. "Down you go."

[jamesmadrox]

"Hey!" he said, even if it was cut short because of That Look. He sat down without ceremony, even if he did cross his arms in vague annoyance. Nothing to do with her, though. Mostly just the fact that I'll be a useless bastard until mid-September. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked her.