It's the 70th, my dudes! *vine guy scream* I'd like all of you to know that I appreciate you guys so much! Even ghost readers that ignore my pleads for comments. Yes, I'm talking to you ... Enjoy this brief one!

Third Person POV

The colorful lights flashed off and on, following the beat of the fast paced music. The mass of people moved, rubbing against each other as if it was all a well oiled machine programmed to move like the sea. Cups of booze were either scattered around the room or spilled over the tops of counters. The smell

of sweat and liquor was almost suffocating but it didn't stop our two favorite time travelers from enjoying the public space like the rest of the people here. Though it was a little awkward for the Doctor at the beginning, the booze had made it slightly better when he had mixed in his own concoction. It took him longer than the others to fall into a half conscious state but he eventually managed it. Rose on the other hand had down her shots of vodka early on in the party and, though inebriated, never left the Doctor's side, which he

was grateful for. It was kind of hard to see with the lights flashing and the sea of people was massive. Rose's friends sure know how to throw a party. They had chosen a small isolated booth in the corner as their area to stick to, since they eventually had to find each other to go back home anyways and didn't want to waste time fighting the crowd. All of this was obviously agreed upon before they decided to pump the liquor into their systems to the point they couldn't count their own fingers. As they sat together, Rose had

a 'brilliant' idea. Which consisted of one person telling silly jokes while the other held liquor in their mouths, filled to the brim. They sat next to each other as to not spray each other and decided lady's should go first. "Ok, ok. Wha-", she paused for a moment, "Wha' the lion say to the ostrich?" The Doctor shrugged, already feeling the need to spit it out. "You've got a dirt moustache!" He had no idea what was funny about it but he burst out laughing either way, the drinks getting to him. "My turn!", he announced. Rose filled her

cheeks with tequila and waited. "If a chicken could cross the road, what can a dog do?", was what he thought he said but Rose heard it more like, "If chiben could crop rose, wha' dog do?" The contents of her mouth burst out and spilled over the other edge of the table. It went on like this till Rose's, prior set, alarm went off. "Home time!" Together they stumbled through the crowd and out the back door. With clumsy, drunken steps they made their way home, crashing onto the crash seat. And boy the hangover they woke up to.