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[A Lord of Time in the Astral Bar? How shocking! A rather intoxicated (though he has yet to realise it) Damon is mixing himself drinks again, this time with the help of a very useful book he borrowed from the Doctor. The thick, heavy manual is titled "Mixology," and features most classic and popular drinks found anywhere in the Second Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Damon laughs as he flips through the pages.]

A screwdriver? I wonder if the Doctor's made a sonic version. He's clever enough to figure it out. That's what I love about him, you know, he's very clever. All of him! But he's very stupid, too. Regenerates too much, it's not...not good. Bad Doctor.

[a thoughtful pause] Not as stupid as Maxil, though. Nobody's as stupid as Maxil. I hate his face. [oh, if only he knew...]

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[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[seriously] It ought to be named after you.

[he rolls his eyes at that, though] I doubt I'll be promoted for centuries. You know, they still haven't found a replacement for Talor? I'm doing his job anyway, though, just not...not officially. [he sighs, rather less cheerful now] I miss him.

[bit_impossible]

Nah, I've got other things named after and made for me in different spots of the universe. Besides, I might be happy with a drink named after me now, but in a later incarnation, I might hate it! Or vice-versa.

I know you must do, old friend, but...why not look for a replacement for your job and take on his? Would you be satisfied with someone else coming in and running things differently?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[uncertainly] No, but...do you think I'd be good enough? I wouldn't want to let anyone down. I'm not even sure I'm qualified to be in charge of things...

[bit_impossible]

Oh don't be daft, of course you would do brilliantly! You did help me out with the Omega thing, remember? And you've been doing the job for how long without a replacement and you haven't been fired yet, have you? No! So why not?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon has a rather derpy smile now] I don't think "helping the Doctor"'s a good thing to mention for official...stuff. Job things. But you know I'd do it again.

[bit_impossible]

[rubs the back of his neck] Well, you've got a point there... I mean, I'm glad you would. You've always been a good friend, Damon. But--[he stands and pours Damon a glass of water]--I think you need this right now.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon frowns at the glass of water, and takes a sip] Doctor, I think...I think there's something wrong with me. Can you fix me?

[bit_impossible]

That's what I'm trying to do. Now go on, drink up! [smiles and plunks down another glass in front of him]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[he finishes both glasses, and shakes his head] I'm not supposed to be drunk, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[softly] No... No, you're not. [narrows his eyes] Why is that?

[a pause, then:] Damon, has anything else strange happened to you lately? Maybe...something you weren't able to do before, perhaps?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[thinks about that for a moment] I don't know...aside from the mess the computer room is in, things have been relatively normal.

[bit_impossible]

You know...there is another option... Well, more like another reason, actually. [glances at his friend a bit sadly]

so very belated

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

Another reason? What sort of other reason? [glances at a bottle of whatever he'd been helping himself to earlier] Do you think it's this stuff? Something wrong with it?