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[his_sarah_jane]

Who: Sarah Jane Smith and Wes Janson
Where: The bar and random other places.
What: A date. Because of thisAs originally planned, Sarah Jane is waiting in front of the TARDIS by the time eight o'clock rolls around. The nice thing about living with the Doctor again in his silly blue box is that she has all of the wardrobe available to her. And she

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[flyingewoks]

Sadly, Wes doesn't have his own wardrobe to hand (though some people would probably consider this a good thing). He did order in some civilian clothes when he arrived, though -- there was no way he was going to walk around the place in the same orange jumpsuit forever -- so he's managed a decent enough outfit of black pants and a blue shirt.

He'd never cared enough to make note of the blue box before, though, so it takes him a little longer to find it than he thought it would. He spots it as he turns a corner and grins; he tones this down to a regular smile as he draws closer.

"Hi. Sarah Jane?"

[his_sarah_jane]

"Wes?"

Well, he certainly does seem rather cute in person. Cute enough to earn a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile when Sarah Jane feels absolutely certain he's the proper guy.

"It's not too hard to miss when you're actually looking for it. Believe it or not, there's rooms upon rooms in there."

[flyingewoks]

This surprises a brighter smile out of him again. He nods, looking her up and down, before glancing at the TARDIS.

"Really?" He peers around it, just to check it's the size it appears. "Well, it's a little bigger than my bunkroom back home, but I don't know about rooms plural."

[his_sarah_jane]

"It's the chameleon circuit that does that," she explains, laughing as Wes explores the outer shell. "Disguises her to look like anything, really, and fit in with the surroundings. But one day it broke, and she became stuck as a police box 1960s. Or so the Doctor says."

[flyingewoks]

"The what now?"

But he shakes his head with another smile and adds, "Never mind, I won't get it. Hey, I wonder what it'd look like just now if the thingy worked, then. Somethin' that boring shade of green, I bet."

[his_sarah_jane]

"Maybe it would look like a soldier," Sarah says with a laugh. And then wrinkles her nose. "Oh, that would be rather disturbing, actually. Walking inside a soldier."

[flyingewoks]

Wes wrinkles his nose as well, though he's trying not to laugh.

"Very disturbing, on more than one level. This is already the kind of conversation that's a hundred times better with alcohol."

[his_sarah_jane]

"You said there was a bar about, didn't you?"

Sarah Jane smiles at him for a moment before walking to her side and linking her arm in his. Personal space? She does not know the meaning of!

[flyingewoks]

Wes is only too happy to sacrifice personal space to a pretty girl. He nods and waves with his other hand, indicating a direction that is either down the corridor or off into outer space. It's hard to tell.

"Right down this way." The corridor, then; he starts leading her down it. "Not much of a personality to it, but it does its job when it comes to providing alcohol, which is the important part."

[his_sarah_jane]

"Does it at least have a decent selection?" Sarah asks, easily keeping pace with him. "You can forgive the personality if the alcohol is decent enough."

[flyingewoks]

He nods again, but his smile is rueful.

"Haven't found anything from my world yet -- guess I could request things if I did the paperwork -- but there's plenty of choice out of the other stuff. I've been ... researching it all over the past couple months."

Getting drunk a lot, he means.

[his_sarah_jane]

Research? Is that it? Certainly a euphemism for getting pissed that Sarah Jane hasn't heard before.

The cheeky grin on her face quite possibly states all that better than words do. So does her laugh.

"It's quite possibly all familiar to me then," she declares smugly. "I suppose I should be happy that they won't be serving anything unfamiliar while I'm stuck here."

[flyingewoks]

Wes is appalled. Appalled. Not at the laughter -- that's to be expected, even welcomed -- but the rest.

"Takes the adventure all out of it," he says, with disapproval that's actually amusement. "I'll definitely have to do some paperwork and get in some lum and Whyren's Reserve for you. In the meantime, you can introduce me to whatever Earth alcohol you like best."

[his_sarah_jane]

"You certainly haven't watched my show then, have you? My life is full of adventure. It won't hurt to have a mildly normal meal once in blue moon, would it?"

But she nods, grinning as they turn a corner. "I look forward to trying them, then."

[flyingewoks]

"I haven't," he agrees in an apologetic tone. "But I'm sure it is. Here, though, you've gotta grab all the adventure you can or else you spend your days reading Earth comics and playing hologames."

He brightens as he peers at the corridor ahead, and slips a hand into hers to point her at the next corner.

"Just round there's the bar. I'm pretty sure they stock it up every night, the rate we seem to go through alcohol here."

[his_sarah_jane]

"That doesn't surprise me much. With nothing better to do, of course most will drink," she states, without disdain or much of an opinion either way.

"Still, at least it means we have something that can roughly count for social activity." Sarah Jane squeezes his hand, eyes brightening when she sees the bar door come into view. "There's only so much one can do in their own room, after all."