The Doctor laughed. "Did a sight more than cut my hair. You might say I got the ultimate makeover. Five times since that night. Time Lord's way of cheating death. Just told Rose 'bout that. She was a little upset."
The Doctor brushed at the sleeves of his leather jacket. "Not bad, this one. The ears are a bit much, but you have to take the rough with the smooth. Could have been worse. Should have seen the second me."
******************** Romana had offered a smile at Dr. Adam’s courteous bow. He still had his manners, but then, he was still sober.
But she glowered at Byron’s announcement. “I am anything but taken, sir. Indeed, the idea of women as property is vulgar, and beneath one of your rumored intellect.” The tone of Romana’s voice let all present know what she thought of said rumors. “I can certainly hold my own against such company as is present.”
“I say, she’s held her own against far worse.” The Doctor looked mildly amused.
“And easily far better.” She smiled at him with a kind of detached fondness.
“Touche’.” The Doctor offered a toothy grin. “But then I thought we were here for some relaxation.”
“I find debate relaxing. At least I’m not matching wits with an unarmed opponent. Much anyway.” She set aside her half finished glass. “And I’d take fine food and good wine over self-destructive indulgence any time. I am not opposed to self-indulgence per say, only to becoming so lost in it that the wit is dulled and a person becomes no better than the town drunkard. There is a fine line between hedonism and debauchery. It’s best to know where it is.”
“And when it’s been overstepped.” The Doctor added wryly. “But then I do think the other ladies should share their view on the subject. It would be terribly rude to leave them out, after all. I do accede to our dear host’s idea, if not his reasoning.” “They would certainly add to the ambience at least.” Lord Byron murmured into his glass. He was obviously well indulged for the night.
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Doctor] Revelry and Remembrances cont. (tag Methos)
Date: 2006-05-19 11:29 am (UTC)The Doctor brushed at the sleeves of his leather jacket. "Not bad, this one. The ears are a bit much, but you have to take the rough with the smooth. Could have been worse. Should have seen the second me."
********************
Romana had offered a smile at Dr. Adam’s courteous bow. He still had his manners, but then, he was still sober.
But she glowered at Byron’s announcement. “I am anything but taken, sir. Indeed, the idea of women as property is vulgar, and beneath one of your rumored intellect.” The tone of Romana’s voice let all present know what she thought of said rumors. “I can certainly hold my own against such company as is present.”
“I say, she’s held her own against far worse.” The Doctor looked mildly amused.
“And easily far better.” She smiled at him with a kind of detached fondness.
“Touche’.” The Doctor offered a toothy grin. “But then I thought we were here for some relaxation.”
“I find debate relaxing. At least I’m not matching wits with an unarmed opponent. Much anyway.” She set aside her half finished glass. “And I’d take fine food and good wine over self-destructive indulgence any time. I am not opposed to self-indulgence per say, only to becoming so lost in it that the wit is dulled and a person becomes no better than the town drunkard. There is a fine line between hedonism and debauchery. It’s best to know where it is.”
“And when it’s been overstepped.” The Doctor added wryly. “But then I do think the other ladies should share their view on the subject. It would be terribly rude to leave them out, after all. I do accede to our dear host’s idea, if not his reasoning.”
“They would certainly add to the ambience at least.” Lord Byron murmured into his glass. He was obviously well indulged for the night.