He took a sip, and - nope. The taste was fine now, but it was the texture he couldn't stand. Like cloying syrup on the tongue. The Doctor turned over his shoulder and, discreetly as he could, spat it back into the glass.
He deposited the glass on an empty table as he made his way to the bar, scanning the bottles for something he was sure he'd like. He didn't necessarily want anything alcoholic, but whatever was on hand to wash that texture out of his mouth...
The couple in the corner was still laughing as he made his order. On top of that there was a kind of - buzzing. Not quite a sound, but something the Doctor could feel inside his head, like a hum of static. Not sure who or what to pin the second sound on, he glanced toward the source of the laughter.
The double-take was minute, but it was still there. Jack bloody Harkness. In a bar. On Arcadia. Well, of course that would be happening.
Still caught by surprise, the Doctor's wide eyes lingered on Jack a couple of seconds longer until he was distracted again by the arrival of his drink - a glass of green wine.
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He deposited the glass on an empty table as he made his way to the bar, scanning the bottles for something he was sure he'd like. He didn't necessarily want anything alcoholic, but whatever was on hand to wash that texture out of his mouth...
The couple in the corner was still laughing as he made his order. On top of that there was a kind of - buzzing. Not quite a sound, but something the Doctor could feel inside his head, like a hum of static. Not sure who or what to pin the second sound on, he glanced toward the source of the laughter.
The double-take was minute, but it was still there. Jack bloody Harkness. In a bar. On Arcadia. Well, of course that would be happening.
Still caught by surprise, the Doctor's wide eyes lingered on Jack a couple of seconds longer until he was distracted again by the arrival of his drink - a glass of green wine.