"Dick…" He repeated, giggling and kissing her cheek gently. "They don’t. At least not that nice…”
She leant into him, nuzzling his shoulder. “Oh god, you read the bit about your voice and the magic vagina thing? And the marriage bit and- OH MY GOD.”
"Hmm, we could do that, but isn’t that a lot of alcohol then?" He asked, worried before walking off with her to her place. "And why you?"
"Uhuh. Enough alcohol for alcohol poisoning." She said, taking his hand to tug him further down the street outside. "Which is why I’d lose. No regeneration."
"Stupid…? No — no, Jesus Christ, Allie —"
"— why would I think that„,? It’s — it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me…" He let out another shy laugh and wiped his eyes again. "You made me cry, you dick…"
Alice let out a nervous laugh, settling next to him, and looking the letter over. “Oh my god. I wrote this a few months ago. I don’t even know. Why would you cry? Don’t people say nice things about you?”
"I’m sorry —" He repeated, running his fingers through his curls with a sigh. "I probably wasn’t supposed to read that…"
"It was really… really sweet, though… perfect, actually."
"Oh my god." She buried her face in her hands. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You probably think it’s stupid and really hilariously-"
"Perfect? Wait, you don’t think it’s stupid?"
"Well I can’t quite remember, but the bruises were a sign things didn’t go the way they’re suppose to go." Smiling brightly he took back his fez. "Also, how can you do a drinking game involving a fez?"
Alice got up, grabbing her coat. “How should I know? You suggest it? Maybe we should drink a whole bottle every time you mention it. See who’s six feet under first!”
"I’m predicting me."
"I don’t know… drinking games? No wait, those are rubbish." Rory once got him to do that and somehow he ended up in bed with both the Ponds.
"I like those. I don’t even want to imagine you drunk. You’re super uncoordinated now. With alcohol? Can you even stay upright for five minutes?"
The thought wasn’t quite as amusing as the image of it in her head.
"But a fez is good for everything, like games!" He exclaimed, throwing the fez from the console towards her before getting his stuff. Within a few minutes he returned.
She caught it with a laugh, shaking her head. “Oh my god. This is going to be terrifying. What kind of games do you play?”
Hamish blinked a little, taken by surprise as he had been buried deep into the handwritten letter he had found in one of the moving boxes.
"I — shit…" he let out a feeble laugh, quickly wiping his wet lashes before putting the sheets of paper down, next to him on the bed.. "I’m sorry — wow, Allie… what’s — I mean, when…"
It took her a moment to even process what was happening, moving forward to reach for the paper. “What was that? What is that? What did you see? Is that-?”
"Fine, if it makes you feel any better, I can stay over at your place. One night.” The Doctor finally said, done with the conversation they were in. Actually, he never had a sleepover at a friend’s place, not a proper sleepover though, with his current friend. Maybe it would be fun.
"I’ll bring the fez!"
"You don’t need a fez to sleep." Allie tapped her fingers on her knee, and considered the uproar of having another man in her room, even if it was for hot food and gossip.
"You bring your own bedding. And pyjamas."
Allie yawned a little, rubbing the heel of her hand over her left eye as she wandered back to the bedroom in the big fluffy blue towel. Leaning against the doorway, she smiled at her boyfriend. “Hey. Whatcha doing?”