TR Writing Workshop 1.2
start writing with some version of the phrase "I remember"
I remember the last UNIT Christmas party.
It's always hard to get the Doctor to go to these things. He claims that he doesn't celebrate Christmas and doesn't like parties, but since they're held at HQ all we have to do is take some of the fun to the lab. Then he complains about the noise and not being able to get any work done and eventually ends up joining us.
Last year, me and Mike were a bit tipsy when we decided to get the Brigadier to try and get the Doctor to join the party. We were listening outside the door to the lab as the Brigadier hinted that the Doctor might not get so much of the equipment he needed if he didn't come along. The Doctor came out with all his usual complaints, but since we'd all heard them every year, the Brigadier didn't really listen to them.
When they both came out of the lab we managed to get them both under the doorway at the same time, where we'd hung some mistletoe. They guessed it was us from the giggling. Although it was mostly me that was doing the giggling - Mike doesn't really giggle. The Brigadier gave us a look (well, mostly Mike) and the Doctor said he was ashamed of us (well, mostly me). We hadn't really expected them to kiss or anything. In fact, I had hoped they wouldn't because that would be strange. I can't imagine either of them kissing anyone.
We weren't discouraged, we just spent the rest of the party getting more drunk and trying to catch more people under the mistletoe. Sometimes it was just easier to get them under there with ourselves. Well, me for the men and Mike for the girls. Most of the men were quite funny about it - they just went red and kissed me on the cheek while I tried hard not to laugh. It's quite hard not laughing at funny things when you're drunk.
Eventually I think someone caught on to our game and managed to get me and Mike under the mistletoe at the same time. He didn't go red - well, any redder than he already was - but he did kiss me on the cheek. But then I saw how many people were watching, so I turned my head and kissed him on the lips instead.
After that he went very red and had to go outside for some air. Someone, I don't remember who now, suggested that as I was quite drunk I ought to go home. I didn't like that idea and told them so. But somehow they managed to get me to walk with them outside, where Mike still was. He smiled at me and offered to see me home, so then I thought I might as well leave if he was.
There were all sorts of rumours the next day, but nothing happened. We just shared a taxi back to my flat, and then when it had dropped me off he carried on home in the taxi. And I woke up the next morning on my own, in my own bed, with a horrible hangover. I resolved not to do it again the next year, but then I wasn't at UNIT any more by the time Christmas came around again.
I remember the last UNIT Christmas party.
It's always hard to get the Doctor to go to these things. He claims that he doesn't celebrate Christmas and doesn't like parties, but since they're held at HQ all we have to do is take some of the fun to the lab. Then he complains about the noise and not being able to get any work done and eventually ends up joining us.
Last year, me and Mike were a bit tipsy when we decided to get the Brigadier to try and get the Doctor to join the party. We were listening outside the door to the lab as the Brigadier hinted that the Doctor might not get so much of the equipment he needed if he didn't come along. The Doctor came out with all his usual complaints, but since we'd all heard them every year, the Brigadier didn't really listen to them.
When they both came out of the lab we managed to get them both under the doorway at the same time, where we'd hung some mistletoe. They guessed it was us from the giggling. Although it was mostly me that was doing the giggling - Mike doesn't really giggle. The Brigadier gave us a look (well, mostly Mike) and the Doctor said he was ashamed of us (well, mostly me). We hadn't really expected them to kiss or anything. In fact, I had hoped they wouldn't because that would be strange. I can't imagine either of them kissing anyone.
We weren't discouraged, we just spent the rest of the party getting more drunk and trying to catch more people under the mistletoe. Sometimes it was just easier to get them under there with ourselves. Well, me for the men and Mike for the girls. Most of the men were quite funny about it - they just went red and kissed me on the cheek while I tried hard not to laugh. It's quite hard not laughing at funny things when you're drunk.
Eventually I think someone caught on to our game and managed to get me and Mike under the mistletoe at the same time. He didn't go red - well, any redder than he already was - but he did kiss me on the cheek. But then I saw how many people were watching, so I turned my head and kissed him on the lips instead.
After that he went very red and had to go outside for some air. Someone, I don't remember who now, suggested that as I was quite drunk I ought to go home. I didn't like that idea and told them so. But somehow they managed to get me to walk with them outside, where Mike still was. He smiled at me and offered to see me home, so then I thought I might as well leave if he was.
There were all sorts of rumours the next day, but nothing happened. We just shared a taxi back to my flat, and then when it had dropped me off he carried on home in the taxi. And I woke up the next morning on my own, in my own bed, with a horrible hangover. I resolved not to do it again the next year, but then I wasn't at UNIT any more by the time Christmas came around again.