The Tenth Doctor stood, nervous for one of the few times in his nine-hundred year life. This time, though, he wasn’t fighting Daleks, or stopping Cybermen. He could do those in his sleep. Well, he could do those when he was sleepy. Well, they did actually take a lot of his brainpower sometimes. Which was a lot of brainpower, now that he thought about it.
No, today he was hanging around a bar with Jack and Martha. He really didn’t have anything better to do, and they seemed to be getting along very well. Martha was a great companion as far as they went, and Jack was getting along well with her, though the Doctor could tell that he was trying to flirt with her from across the bar as he grabbed them dry drinks and headed back to the table.
“I don’t want to do it, Jack,” the Time Lord said, setting the drinks on the table in front of his friends.
“Are you a chicken