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There was something off about that bartender.

It had been about thirty minutes since they had been in the other room; a customer had complained about something, and had asked to speak to a manager privately. Now, the bartender was back, alone, and unfazed.

The Doctor watched the character…

Clara hadn’t wanted to go to the pub. She really didn’t even want to be on this date. The guy she was with was acting really strange. He kept pushing her to go to this pub. No other one would do, even though the one they were at wasn’t too great.

As soon as they got inside, she started looking around. She looked back to speak to him, but he was already over talking to the bartender. She tried to get his attention, but he just waved her off. Now she was somewhere she didn’t want to be, and her date was waving her off like the second fiddle. When it had really been him who dragged her to this place.

There were a few others in the bar, and she sat hear the least shady looking one. A man in a leather jacket.

She hadn’t even ordered yet when the bartender gave her a drink and walked away without saying a word.

"What the hell.." She murmured to herself.

After looking away to get back to business, he wasn’t going to  pay mind to the couple too much, but the man had struck up a conversation with that business. Still annoyed, he noticed that the woman had sat nearby, seemingly annoyed herself.

Almost in a blink of an eye, a drink had been given to the woman, much like his own beverage. The strange odor caused his nose to wrinkle. Something was definitely in these cups, and it wasn’t alcohol. He scanned the room. The atmosphere of the people who had consumed drinks seemed to change… and not in a good way. Their faces seem fallen, and almost dead-like.
"I wouldn’t drink that if I were you." He commented, just loud enough for the girl to hear. It was too late for everyone else.


brokenbutterfly12 said: (Chou and about damn time XD) The girl had such a quizzed expression on her face, looking at the unusually blue box in the middle of the field. Curiosity taking over, and with a few butterflies on her shoulder and head to support her, she slowly walked over to the foreign object.

After a relatively rough battle trying to land the TARDIS, the Doctor let out a relieved huff. “Funny… You doin’ a’ight?” He patted the control board and muttered to himself. She was probably due time for another tune up soon, but not now. There were new places to explore!

The Doctor strode around the console before making his way to the exit of his ship, grabbing his beloved leather jacket  and throwing it on before unlocking the doors, and pulling one side open.

What he wasn’t expecting was a young human-esque girl approaching his little blue box. Never-the-less, he didn’t want to scare her off, and offered a friendly smile.

"Ah— ‘Ello!" he greeted.

There was something off about that bartender.

It had been about thirty minutes since they had been in the other room; a customer had complained about something, and had asked to speak to a manager privately. Now, the bartender was back, alone, and unfazed.

The Doctor watched the character walk along the other side of the bar, setting down drinks for other customers. He, himself, sat at the end of the counter, not making it too obvious that he was observing the man closely.

The Time Lord took another glance down at the book he had brought along with him, thinking that he was going to relax with a drink and a good read. But the strange odor of the liquor in his cup he had ordered told him otherwise. He sighed and closed it. There was work to do.

He leaned forward, waiting for the moment to catch the “bartender“‘s  attention. 

"S’cuse me—-"

The rather loud sound of the entrance bell interrupted him, and took the man’s focus to the new customer. Rather annoyed, the Doctor also glance back towards the door.


icequeen102990 said: "Hmm Well they make my zucchini bread come alive once and try to eat me... I had a job at a dinner but there was a fire. I'm currently as a photographer for this billboard company. What about you?"

The Doctor raised his brow further. “Sounds like you’ve been kept busy.” He took another bite of pie and gave a thoughtful look as he tried to think back on what he had been doing.

"Mostly had been pokin’ around through time. Got to speak to Ramesses II after I accidentally landed in his throne room… In the middle of a performance… He wasn’t too happy ‘bout that.."

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