realityshifted | A's got a girl for each season [B's got a mail-order bride]

[the Master and the Doctor appear together at the Astral Bar, bickering. No one should be surprised] Well, she's not that bad to put up with, is she? A bit mouthy, but you've picked up worse. The one of her here asked ever-so-nicely for me to take this one on, you know, so I don't mind. And anyway, if you happen to be acting particularly maddening, I can always use her as a hostage to put you back in line. It's a winning situation, I think.

You're not using her as a hostage. Frankly, I think she'd have a say in that first.

And I'd end up killing her because she's a very mouthy hostage, yes. It happens, I'm afraid. [the Master starts mixing a White Ballistic for himself, because he wants one]

[The Doctor wants one, too, but he's just eyeing the Master's] You haven't been slapped by her. You'd have to get through that first.

I'll draw her death out into something slow and painful, then. I keep telling you, Doctor, don't let any of your precious pets near me if you can't make them behave.

[the Doctor sighs and runs his hand through his hair] Her room is far, far away from yours, so you'll have to go out of your way to see her. Shouldn't be a problem.

Unless it becomes one, of course. You realise that there's only one good television lounge, and that I'm not sharing it with anyone. Except Lucy, of course.

You and Donna watch the same shows, don't you? Those sort of...popular things on in the daytime.

[for a long moment, he stares] I don't watch soap operas.

Oh. What about those talk ones?

No.

Well then, might need another television.

[the Master drinks his White Ballistic with a grin] My dear Doctor, the burden is entirely on you.

[ooc; join post, red is Master, blue is Doctor, expect double-tagging, and so on]

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Amusing?

[gives him a look and then rolls his eyes]

Let's see the one I made. That way I can know how it's actually meant to turn out.

[laughs and hands him the drink back]

If this is how it is supposed to be, I can safely say I've made an improvement.

[takes a sip then puts the drink back down on the bar]

I still stand by my drink.

You may die by it, then. I much prefer my own.

[stares down at his drink, taking another sip, then looks at the Master]

Where would I have gone wrong with it, you think?

[scratches the back of his neck]

According to your taste, that is. Like I said, I still think I made the superior drink. But as far as you're concerned. Just out of curiosity, of course.

[smirks, because the Master knows, Handy. He knows.]

I think you were a bit heavy on the sugars. And you possibly used sucrose rather than galatin-sacharose-12, which is what mine uses.

Oh.

[stares down at his own drink, before looking at the Master's]

I wouldn't think it should make that much of a difference.

The finer points, Doctor. The finer points.

[looks down at his drink for another moment before standing up and going behind the bar again, dumping it out.]

All right, well, let me try this one more time, I suppose.

[attempts to make the drink again, taking into consideration the Master's notes]

Quickly but not hastily. You want to put a bit of flare into it.

[looks up at him, questioning]

Like that?

[tries to follow the Master's instructions]

Better, I'd imagine.

[looks down at his new drink, and takes a cautious sip]

There you go. That wasn't that difficult at all, really.

[takes another more confident sip]

You're such a quick student. And about as disrespectful as you used to be, at that. Hopefully you'll show up for more classes, as I won't give you a second chance should you flunk your first go.