RP for imnot_hisgirl:

[handysparehand]

Formal affairs were not for the faint of heart.  Or perhaps they were.  He wasn't entirely sure.  He just knew as he stared at himself in the mirror, it felt like all this dressing up was entirely too complicated.  Especially the bit about trying to tie his tux

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[imnot_hisgirl]

Martha was already bored. General Cheehowser wasn't a particularly clever or friendly man, but he did love his parties. His parties involved dressing up, eating nibbles, and talking about work. Really, Martha could've just handed out the cake-trying trays her mother had sent her from the decorator's shop and lazed around the flat with Nameless and it would've probably been more fun

[handysparehand]

As he moved down the stairs his eyes fell on the cake trays. He stopped and grabbed a cake square. He made a face as he swallowed.

"That's a bit too sweet, don't you think?"

He let his gaze move away from the food and towards Martha. He stopped for a moment, taking in her appearance.

"You look lovely," he finally said, grinning. She did. He wasn't used to seeing Martha all dressed up like this. It was a bit startling, but in the best possible way. She looked fantastic.

Still he couldn't help but think she looked even better when she was just lounging around in sweats and trainers.

[imnot_hisgirl]

She grinned at Nameless. "You clean up well," she said. She'd seen the Doctor in a tuxedo before, but Nameless seemed to wear it differently than he did.

As for the cake: "Just a bit. The frosting's even worse, like liquid sugar. But they're a friend of Mum's. Tom likes the lemon one," she picked up one of the samples and handed it to Nameless. "I think it's too tart. What do you think?"

She took a step back and picked up the silver hair pin from where it sat on her pile of medical books. She twisted her hair up and clasped it, as well. Leaving her hair down might give the wrong impression to her employers.

[handysparehand]

"You think?" he asked, looking down at his outfit. He smoothed it out a little and made a face at Martha. "I feel a little ridiculous. If anyone there thinks I'm part of the waitstaff, well, I'm not sure what happens then. Still, could be worse."

He wasn't sure how it could be worse, but well, it could always be worse.

He tried the lemon one. It actually wasn't that bad, he thought. Still he made a face and shook his head no.

"Definitely too tart."

He poked around at the rest of the cakes on the tray, but didn't take any more. He moved towards the sofa and flopped down instead, pushing the curtain back to see if the car had arrived yet.

"It's not too late for you to call up and claim you've fallen ill, is it? Or you can just say I'm terribly ill and you have to tend to me, being a doctor and everything. Either excuse should work, I'd think."