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[The Doctor, after an encounter with a certain Time Lord who shall remain nameless, is utterly and completely smashed, thanks to some hot springs hijinks. He is also utterly and completely naked, and sprawled out in one of the indoor mineral baths.

He's got a ridiculously fake grin plastered (pun intended) all over his face as he fiddles with his indigo ring, inspecting it with his sonic screwdriver. Both of which are clearly awesome bath toys. Feel free to go wtf at him, especially because he is humming "Tainted Love" to himself during all this. Off-key. Clearly he should stick to dancing in this regeneration.]

((ooc: Slow tags will be slooow while I am writing this paper. But it will be done by tomorrow. Hopefully. Fff.))

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[beams! He made her laugh, yay.] Fantastic! We ought to do that sometime. The dancing bit. Could be fun. They've got a ballroom around here and everything. Well, not in the onsen, but back in the...normal part. Of the Plane. [vague hand gesture goes here]

[she thinks of the ballroom, and the memories that rest there]

Are you aware that you have no clothes to speak of?

[blinks] Er, yeah? I think they're over there. Somewhere. Possibly. [glances around and points] Yep! See, over there.

[Reinette smiles then]

I suppose all is well, as you have not actually misplaced them. It is merely a matter of desire, then.

[nods] Yep, if I'd misplaced them, I'd be trying to look for them! But I'm enjoying this bath thing. It's got...minerals, of some sort. I think. Very nice. Relaxing, even!

[she looks at it rather skeptically]

And of course it is only logical that these baths were not designed for clothes.

[gives her a "duh" look] 'Course not! It's a bath. You bathe in it.

[she glances at her swimwear]

One wonders what I was thinking.

[chuckles] It's nice though. Very pretty. Have I mentioned that you're pretty? [pauses] For an ape, anyway.

And your tongue is quite pretty. [she laughs again] Is it any wonder I am not at your feet at such a finely crafted compliment. No matter how wet those feet might be.

[he is now sticking said feet up on the edge of the bath and wiggling his toes at her :D] Nothing wrong with getting your feet wet every now and then, yeah? And I think I'm doing fairly well with the words, considering.

[she cannot help herself, his mood in infectious. Reinette moves to sit, letting her feet -- and her feet alone -- slip into the water]

And you do not find it worrisome? That you might lose your words?

[shrugs] I dunno. Doesn't usually happen this way. High tolerance and all that. Takes a lot of drinks, and I'm not sure I had that many. Maybe four or five. Possibly six? Can't remember! [grins]

[that grin is far more endearing than it should be]

You are a relative lightweight now it would seem.

[he remains oblivious to any endearment! but he scoffs at her comment] Oi, I'm no lightweight! Bet I could drink you under the table right now.

[she sees his challenge, and raises him one more]

I bet I could make you lose those words you are clinging so desperately to, however ineptly.

[and an eyebrow goes up] Yeah? Try me.

[she looks him over evenly]

We have Danced before.

[he just stares at her for a moment] ...Er. What sort of dancing?

Words, after all. That is very well done.

[she seems more relaxed now, her feet running through the water]

You never do fail to impress.

Edited 2009-10-10 05:26 (UTC)

I like talking. I'm very good at - hang on, you never answered my question.

Did I not?

[shakes his head] Nope, there was no answering of questions involved there. 'Cause there's lots of types of dancing, you know. Like the literal types and the metaphorical types.

Does it matter then, which type that it was?

[the implication that it might be the metaphorical type makes him less confident and more awkward, even in his drunken state. perhaps because of it.] Sort of, yeah.