2975, August 15 -- Venusian Rum (Eleven, open)

[River Song]

A dark bar somewhere near the end of the universe (really only New [New New New New] Venus, but that was enough some days) with too loud pop music pounding through her chest, too many undulating bodies of every description, and too sugary drinks in front of her. Somewhere along the way, age identification systems had become sophisticated enough to gauge a sentient being's birth date down to the hour, and what the hell, it got her a few free drinks. It was more than worth putting up with the bio-luminescent handstamp that marked her as “of age” on most worlds this side of Mutter’s Spiral.

She'd really rather have something dark and thick, that burned all the way down instead of the electric blue, tooth melting thing with a little robotic mermaid in the glass. Still. Not one to flout tradition, her. Not this tradition, anyhow.

The lights pulsed with the rhythm of the music, throwing everything into wild, fairy tale colors, and faintly sweet scented “psudo-smoke” roiled over the floor in an effort to make the bar look fashionably archaic. It almost worked, too, if she turned her head and squinted. River leaned over the dark, synthetic mahogany bar, reveling in the feel of the short skirt and tall boots playing over her skin-the black leather turned purple, then blue, then green and back again.

[The 11th Doctor]

Really, the only reason the Doctor had come to this place because River was here and he felt a certain responsibility... Or, at least that's what he told himself as his TARDIS flew through time and space to find the coordinates the strawberry blond had left him. H wasn't sure why she had contacted him. But, he'd admittedly found it a little later than he usually did (not aware that he often got it wrong).

The TARDIS landed rather smoothly which made him wonder if she'd had a part in it all, she had never landed so sweetly, always with a bit of a bump or grind, but not this time. Finding himself outside what seemed to be a bar, the Doctor pushed open the door of the TARDIS and looked around. The scanner had told him that it was NEW NEW NEW NEW VENUS and in front of a bar called 'Miliways.'

He would be disappointed if she was in a place like this, she was way too young. At least, in his opinion. Pond would kill him if she knew, so would Rory, actually, ever so protective, that man. Then again, no one ever stopped River doing from what she wanted to do, she didn't care what others thought, kind of like how he felt about things, actually. But he didn't care he owed it to himself and Pond and Rory to do his best to look after River even if she did seem get him into a lot of trouble these days.

Placing his hat, a stetson, on his head and adjusted his tie before striding out and closing and locking the TARDIS, heading for the bar doors and pushing them open, walking in with a bit of a swagger that actually matched his hat perfectly.

He spotted river and his grin widened, only to be wiped away to a scowl as he was knocked out of the way by some guy/alien that was almost three times his size. Didn't help that he was a scrawny git. "Oh, River, what have you got for me this time?" he asked as he found her and settled into a bar stool next to her, reaching for a toothpick and slipping it between his lips. "End of the worlds, the start of a new one... Daleks invading Mars?" he guessed, mostly teasing.

[River Song]

“Hello, Sweetie.”

River still wasn’t entirely sanguine on just how superior a Time Lord’s superior senses were, and it was decidedly difficult to purr when you couldn’t even hear yourself think, but she gave it the old college try, regardless.

Though, in point of fact, the alcohol in her glass had more in common with her school days than their game of seduction and teasing; namely that the earliest days of the history of archaeology couldn’t be stomached without knocking something back. Could have done with a bit of purring-she might have gotten better marks.

“Nothing quite so exciting, I’m afraid. Might feel like it tomorrow, though.”
She was watching him over the rim of her sugar crusted glass, all warm smiles and drink hazed eyes, and it was only when River realize she kind of liked that damn hat did she decide it was, perhaps, time to slow down. Maybe. A little. At least before it ended up on her head.

When the pastel pink drink appeared at her elbow, courtesy of a feather dusted woman in shimmery rags, River used the condensation on the glass to scoot it across the bar with a finger. Call it schadenfreude. Call it revenge for not wishing her a happy birthday yet. Or, just call it shenanigans. She didn’t care, any way was as good as the others, and if she was going to be tipsy, she wanted company.

Besides, she didn’t like the pink one.

[The 11th Doctor]

Oh that purr, as different as it usually sounded still got the same flustered effect out of him and the Doctor found himself sending her a rather amused look. Oh yes, he knew what day it was, knew it was Rivers birthday, but would it be the same if he'd acted like he'd known, wouldn't of it been as much fun if he'd acted like he remembered. But that was the type of fun he had with River. Despite the fact she often teased him about his immaturity or their banter they both still came back for more.

"The only thing tomor-" He was cut off when River slid a drink over to him. it wasn't so much the drink that surprised him or the fact that River had given it to him it was the fact that it really was bright pink. He looked at it, then looked at her then looked at then back at her. "This is mine?" he asked but picked it up anyway, even though she hadn't answered him. He sniffed it warily and then poked his tongue into the glass to tastes. Once deciding that he rather liked the sweet, milky taste, the Doctor took a sip and then started drinking it like someone would drink water. He'd never much drunk alcohol, especially not in this regeneration.

"I don't know what this is buts it feels really tasty..." he told her after he finished. He probably should of drunk something else first, but it didn't really occur to him. it wasn't like he just stopped off at the bar on the way to defending Earth....

"There was something I was....meant to say..." he told her, looking over with a grin and pushing away the glass, focusing solely on the cheeky blonde woman sitting next to him and then he grinned widely because he knew exactly what he was meant to say. "Hear you're getting old," Yep, that's the way, mustn't show just how much he cared, after all. That would show signs of weakness. And she admittedly was a bit of a weakness for him, even more-so than Rose ever was.

He motioned to the bartender and pointed to the glass. "Another and the Birthday girl too, something fancy... also..." he stood up on the stool to reach over and grab one of those little umbrellas and grinning like a fool he tucked it into her hair.

"You think I'd forget?"

[River Song]

She was halfway through the colors of the rainbow herself, and on the cusp of feeling no pain. Not that River had been feeling pain before she started in, really, maybe just a small twinge for a certain ever-increasing number, but she was above that. Honestly. She wondered if they had something in ultraviolet. Or maybe infrared?

It didn’t even occur to her to not prod the Doctor into joining her-she had, after all, seen him drinking in Utah. He was obviously old enough by any law, consenting, and experienced. In fact, not much of anything was occurring to her at all, aside from slightly awkward phrasing. She decided to ignore it-it was a party after all, and she was feeling generous.

Course, River wasn’t sure if he was being purposely obtuse, or just generally thick, but it was probably the closest she’d get to a genuine bon anniversaire. He was so much bloody work when he was young.

“Hm. Well, I suppose memory is the first thing to go.” Her expression wasn’t entirely out of the realm of wry, yet-not quite her sort of unabashed look of joy-but it was getting there. “Or maybe piloting skills.”

She debated leaving the little umbrella where it was, but at her rate, she’d poke an eye out; his, hers, the slightly avian bartender, the very bovine something that had tried flirting with her before the Doctor’s arrival. Maybe all of the above. It actually worked, opening and closing in its own clever way, and made her smile as she fiddled with the little mechanism.

“Thank you.”

More drinks, pink something-or-other and a darker than black red that tasted like licorice and sin and made the woman’s eyes want to cross. Oh, very nice.

[Vitalia Isabel Lupo]

tell me something, something that can move me
don't tell me lies, i swear you're gonna lose me
big like an ocean, jealous of the fish it feeds
your devotion swimming inside of me
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The job at hand was not an easy one since no one on New Venus would say much of anything. Yeah, there was more news to the name, but Izzy wasn't about to think about all of that crap. Instead, she focused on the task at hand which was finding a guy who seemed to be a witness, and possible suspect, to a murder. The murder wasn't really a big deal since most of the people around didn't care that a cat was killed, but the owner did and that is what mattered to Izzy. It wasn't hard to tell how the cat died since it had a large hole through its head. Seeing how the cat died was not a very pretty sight and Izzy honestly wished she could forget it, but she couldn't just forget it, not anymore at least. Instead, she focused on the task at hand and worked with the description of the witness that was given. The woman Izzy was working for was very worked up about the event, but she did give a very good description of what the man was wearing, even to the detail of his worn out boots. Adrenaline helped humans remember events more clearly and this mystery only helped prove that point to Izzy. Anyways, she walked the streets of New Venus while her hazel gaze scanned the pedestrians around, looking for that very man that was etched in her brain. He had to be around since all of this hadn't happened more than fifteen minutes ago and he was seen heading in this direction. Looking around, Izzy quickly decided there was only one place the man could have gone, the bar.

Moving towards it, she was quickly marked as being of age and she pressed forward. Inside, she surveyed everyone there only to notice the man's jacket and a small smile crossed her lips. Pushing through the small crowd, she set her hand upon the man's shoulder. Just before she did, he seemed to be doing something as he fiddled with his wrist and upon the moment of Izzy's hand touching his jacket, everything around her began to warp and change. Her body seemed to quiver from this sudden change of environment until the smell of booze shot right back into her nose, along with some sort of loud music. The man turned only for a moment before his eyes grew large and he ran off while Izzy was stuck suffering the after effects of time travel. Dropping to her knees, she felt woozy and the world seemed to grow fuzzy around her as she noticed she was back in the bar, but everything about it seemed different. Though, Izzy was a tad bit busy right now trying to fight off the huge to puke up her guts. Slowly, she attempted to get back to her feet as her fingers came in contact with the cold floor and she slowly pushed up. Her black boots clapping against the ground while she attempted to stand. Quickly she felt the world spin around her as she stood up. Her hand rose to her mouth, the red and black fingerless glove clasping over her rosy lips in an attempt to stop what was coming up.

Breathing heavily, she began to regain her composure and her hand dropped to her green skirt that flowed around her petite legs while a beige blouse rested upon her torso and covered her arms in its fabric and only two buttons held the blouse closed. The blouse was also tucked into her skirt while two dark brown belts wrapped around her waist. Her platinum blond hair also sat around her face and bounced around her jaw line while her bangs stopped just above her eyes. However, there was also a pair of biker's goggles resting upon her head while a dark green scarf was loosely wrapped around her neck, but it was more so on her shoulders than anything else.

Believing she was free from the sickness that came over her, Izzy took the moment to look around and noticed that the man had fled the scene rather swiftly and everyone in the bar was different. In fact, she swore they were completely different people all together! Not one of the faces looked the same anymore and the bar didn't look like she remembered either. In fact, it looked younger to Izzy which caught her off guard. Taking a step towards the bar counter, Izzy instantly felt the sickness return and she couldn't do anything as her breakfast came rushing up her throat and spewed out onto the dance floor. People around quickly got out of her way while the bartender shook his head and seemed to mumble something about no more drinks for her, though it was very hard to actually make out since the music was too loud for Izzy's taste. Yet, Izzy knew for a fact she hadn't even had one drink today. All she knew was that something had happened when she touched that man and she couldn't place what it was. Only thing rattling in her brain was time travel, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to believe that just yet. Hobbling to the bar, she sat upon a stool and lurched forward, resting her forehead against the counter while she took her time and breathed in deeply.

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