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[took_a_year_out]

Mmmm, weekends.

Martha Jones has ... not long woken up. She's dressed, but her hair is sticking up more than she'd like and she's still yawning, mainly because one of the bright sparks she lives with had left the milk out of the fridge yet again and you can't make tea with solid milk

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I don't think I know what's in any of those," says the young woman in the blue and gold jumpsuit. "But could I get a bowl of water for my dog in the meantime? And maybe just a beer for me, if that's not a problem?"

[took_a_year_out]

Martha grins at her in relief. "I can do that!"

One of her mates bartends at the Union, and when Martha's found herself helping out she's discovered she's quite good at pulling pints. It's the steady hands.

She peers at the many, many taps arrayed on the bar. "Er... which one would you like?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Anything that's not horrible," Ellen says with a smile. "All the beer back home tastes like it was government surplus. If there's one you like in particular, that'd be good."

[took_a_year_out]

"I haven't even seen anything familiar yet," Martha admits frankly, looking along the row of pumps.

"Um, give me a minute?"

One benefit of having to go hunting along the bar is, at least, that she spots a dog's water bowl while she's there.

"Gotcha!" That'll do for the pint, too: Forster's. Could be better, but it is, in Martha's estimation, not too bad. Thus, a few moments later, a full bowl of water and a full pint glass are set neatly in front of Ellen.

"Sorry about that."

[scots_wolf]

There is a little man with a goatee and badly bleached hair by the bar, smiling up at her.

"I think I'll have the one with the long name," he says.

[took_a_year_out]

Hey, he's familiar (Martha's of an age where Spaced is classic TV, to say nothing of Shaun of the Dead), but it's probably unprofessional to say so.

She gives him an easy smile as she glances over the book, neatly propped in front of her. "Okay, but it might take me a couple of goes."

A few minutes and the occasional worried look later, she slides the glass over to him. "Tell me if that's all right? Bartending isn't usually my thing."

[scots_wolf]

He sips.

"That's very nice," he says. "What is usually your thing?"

He doesn't sound quite like the characters she is thinking of.

Too Scottish.

[took_a_year_out]

"Oh, good." She leans on the bartop, taking another drink of tea. "I'm a medical student."

[jane_becomes]

Jane enters the Bar holding a letter in progress and considers the specials as she sits,

"What is in a Morning Glory?"

[took_a_year_out]

The woman in the unusual clothing gets a smile and a curious look over before Martha flicks back through the book again.

"It says here it's ... vodka, dark creme de cacao - sounds nice - light cream, and a little bit of nutmeg on the top."

[jane_becomes]

"I think I'll try one of those please."

As Martha looks at her, Jane nods and settles on a seat.

[took_a_year_out]

"I saw the name in the book and had to," Martha says cheerfully. "Although I've never tried it before either, so God knows what it'll turn out like. Coming up!"