Spike's Pub (5pm exactly)

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige flips the sign to open and opens the doors to the pub

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back at her--the smile that's hers alone, a real smile.] I love you too.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Why don't you go order the food...and I'd like Guinness.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Guinness, woman?! [He gives her a look.] Are y'mad?! That's like a dinner in and of itself!

[But he gets up and goes to order.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

As he goes she totally checks out his ass smiles to herself, watching him.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He comes back with a tap pint of Guinness and a bottle of Newcastle.] For you, m'lady.

[Then he sits down and drinks out of the bottle. Straight.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She tips back her pint, taking a full mouthful and chews it, savoring the bitter, thick stout.]

Mmmm...that's so good.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her like she's mad lips wrapped around the bottle rim and swallows. Then he sets the bottle down on the table.] It's like drinking bread.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Licking the foam off her upper lip slowly, she looks at him curiously]

You just don't appreciate the fine things.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Oh, I appreciate the FINER things... [He takes another long, slow sip.] Guinness is not one of them.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Is this like the broccoli? *coughaliencough*

Because Guinness is Gaelic for genius, you know.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.] No, it's not. It's a bloody English variant term!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Rolls her eyes] And what you're drinking is what? [reaches for his bottle]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

A fine brown ale (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newcastle_Brown_Ale), thank you very much, mo bean.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

May I? [moves the bottle to her mouth]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[grins] You'll get boy cooties, but go ahead.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Boy cooties? What are you? Ten?

[She wraps her lips around the bottle and tips her head back, showing her throat and swallowing...more than once]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You could say that.

...I didn't say you could have ALL of it!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She stpos drinking and tips the bottle back down, pulling it out of her mouth with a muffled pop]

Fine...don't share. And here I was going to offer you a drink of my bread..

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Under the table, his foot touches her ankle.] I don't want your bread.

[And then the food arrives.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Food!

[She breaks her fish in half so it can cool, and grabs the malt vinegar and pours it onto her plate so it runs under all the food. She puts the vinegar in front of him and grabs the ketchup, pouring some out for her fries. She takes another mouthful of Guinness and waits for her food to cool a bit.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Now who's TEN?

[There is brown sauce. The Doctor is immensely pleased with this fact. He salts and vinegars his chips and then plops a large puddle of the sauce onto his plate.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You're Ten...I'm CJ. Nice to meet you. [She smiles slyly before she pops a ketchup coated fry in her mouth]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The side of his foot moves up her leg.] Pleasure is mine.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She stops mid-bite and swallows hard] Is it now?

[She slips the shoe off her other foot and returns the favor]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He licks a generous amount of brown sauce off a chip, and then eats it.] Of course. Isn't every day you get to go down the pub with a beautiful woman such as yourself.