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I don't have hyper-vodka (whatever that is) but I have whiskey? *offers her a glass and tilts his head*

Alcohol is alchohol. Thanks mate.

This is true and you're welcome *pushes the glass and pours her a drink, and one for himself*

What's wrong if you don't mind me asking? Just one of those days?

Just a day. My gran would have called it a black dog day.

We all have them. I've been having them the past couple of days. My children, it seems, like to shock me.

That's what kids do, yeah?

So it seems. *laughs a little*

What'vee they been up too, of late, that's so shocking?

Well my daughter has just told me that she's pregnant and she isn't with the father and my son has just told us that he has a 3 year old daughter that no one knew anything about. The mother of the child, wants him to give up his parental rights.

Ah, *produces a bottle* fancy sharing, Ace?

Aw, thanks doughnut. "Course I'll share.

*grins as she hands her the bottle* Nifty little trick, this. Filched some of the TARDIS's space compression/expansion technology, modified my jacket pockets. Got scads more if y' need it.

Oi, you sound like the Professor. 'e's got very full pockets. never pulled vodka out of any of them, though.

OOC: sorry I haven't responded on our gallary RP for a bit. I've been... let's just say Ace's need for vodka is an extension of my mood. I will get back to it.

*shrugs* Maybe he has some an' is just waiting for the right occassion. Anyways, till then you've got me. *smiles*

So, you wanna talk about this or shall we jus' get smashed?

I vote for option B. Or B then A.

*produces another three bottles* Right then. Should pro'ly warn you, it takes a lot t' get a girl like me smashed.

*opens a bottle and raises it in a mock salute* Cheers!

A person's got to have goals, yeah?

*twists off lid, throws behinds her*

*takes a swig, makes a face*

I feel like I'm a kid again, sneaking out behind the school with m'friends and a couple filtched bottles.

*laughs* Naughty mite, were you? Well *gestures to the collection with her one hand* if it makes you feel any better, these are all legally mine. Had quite a lot of time to amass my stock, if y' catch my drift.

Naughty? I did mention the art room, right? ~~And the lockers~~

The friends I hung with in those days... if Perivale had had a gang, it would have been us. Cut classes, drank, caused mistchief.

I've settled down quite a bit since then.

*takes a swig of the vodka*

Not completely, of course. But more controlled.

No, think I would've remembered that.

*laughs* Not that I can't appreciate mischief for mischief's sake. I was a pretty rowdy little mite, back in the day. Welded my one teacher's (think he taught me chronometry) chair t' the floor, once. *grins* Purely accidental, of course.

I blew up the art room, about a month before I was meant to take my A levels. That was the end of my (formal) education. Took out a couple of lockers when I was 12, but that was just a little explosion. And justified *frowns slightly, looking into the distance, then shakes head*

Accidental? This wouldn't happen to be the bloke you mentioned the other day as being your "least favorite person in the whole world" would it?

'm Impressed. My lot weren't quite so lucky. My mum had...an influence, I suppose you could say. They were stuck teaching me, whether they liked it or not.

*looks a little like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, before breaking out into a big grin* Yeah, that'd be the one. *frowns slightly* In my defense, he deserved it an' then some.

*Hold's out bottle*

Here's t' stuffy old teachers who can't take a joke, and the children we used to be.

*clinks her bottle against Ace's, still grinning* Cheers, mate!

*takes another deep slug, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand*

Speakin' of cheers, I've been thinking of parties. Seems to me that you and me should throw one. Somewhere about August 11th, I think.

A party? *smiles* Yeah, alright. Why not? Any place in particular you got in mind?

I dunno. The TARDIS? Your flat (if it's cool with your flatmate)? Or we could find a pub to rent out.

My flat's fine, though a little on the small side.*shrugs* I've got cash, we can rent someplace nice out if y' like.

Oi! What if we host it in the TARDIS's gallerie?

Y'mean the one you showed me the other day? *suddenly gets the wide-eyed look of a kid at Christmas* That'd be brilliant!

So the 11th of August, in the TARDIS gallery, yeah?

*takes a sip of the drink, holds up the bottle and looks at it speculatively*

We'll have to buy pleanty of this stuff. And invite loads of people.

*nods* Yeah, sounds perfect.

*grins* Think we can manage that, though. Between our collective friends, we can pro'ly announce it on some 'f those community things. That sound alright?

Want some company? I could steal some of Jack's old stash.

That's a tip top idea. And somehow I don't think Jack'd mind.

It's not like Jack's really living on the TARDIS now *grins*

I'd say that makes it a case of finders keepers, yeah?

Although I wouldn't want to keep some of the things Jack left in his room.

I don't think I want to know.

OOC: I love! the icon.

No really, you don't. *smirks*

So right, drink!

ooc:Thanks

Cheers mate.

*gulps down half the glass*

So you lived with Jack and the Doctor at the same time, yeah? That musta been interesting.

You have no idea, it was like living in a sexual innuendo.