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[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor is sitting in a booth by the Window staring down into his teacup. He dropped Martha back at home to visit her family. He felt like he needed to be alone, but if that were true, why did he come here

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[morethanwatcher]

[Couldn't resist, after their last conversation. Heee.]

Giles notices the man looking decidedly less panicked and more glum than before, and out of a sense of common ground established the last time that they talked decides to check on him.

If only he knew.

The Doctor may note that Giles' palm has a slightly stained bandage wrapped around it as he walks up. "Tea tastes better when it's still warm, I've noted," he says quietly.

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor looks up and offers Giles a slight smile. "That implies I plan on drinking it."

[morethanwatcher]

Well, that earns him a raised eyebrow. "It's a waste to simply ignore tea of the quality Bar serves. Although I admit my perspective is somewhat... skewed. Sunnydale has almost no really drinkable tea."

He rolls his eyes a little, expressively.

[thedoctorwho]

"I didn't really want it. I ordered it out of habit, not really thinking."

[whatsshakinpox]

The funny thing about first impressions is that they can be funny or tragic, depending on who meets whom and under what circumstances. Let's see how this one goes.

In the room, a fairly undertall alien was approaching the bar when he caught a whiff of something familiar, though obviously not to his particular liking. His name is Crypto-176 of the Furon Empire, and he looks almost like a Roswell alien...if said aliens were a bit nuts. He sounds like Jack Nicholson. Hopping up to a nearby stool, the alien peers at the cup, and then sags.

"I was afraid of that. I haven't smelled that since the friggin' 1960s."

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor looks up, nonplussed by the alien appearance. "What, tea? It's fairly common around here."

[whatsshakinpox]

The Furon shrugs.

"Oh sure. You can get anything here, but I mostly see the put-you-under drinks. And back in my time? Ovalkwik."

In a time of mercenaries for hire with a company of toughs...Crypto-176 is on someone's payroll other than the Furon Empire. Go fig.

"Never liked the look of that stuff. It lacks a kick. I prefer a drink so hard that I feel it twenty clones back."

Hair of the beast that's going to bite you?

[thedoctorwho]

"Actually, there's a race of reptilians out beyond the Crab Nebula for whom strong black tea causes drunkenness faster than anything else in the galaxy."