The problem with trying to talk one’s way out a situation when drunk, was simply that is was difficult to formulate a convincing argument. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.
"Oh no sweetie" She assures him with a wide grin. It’s soon replaced with a frown. "Who are you?"
The Doctor sighed as he watched the realization dawning on her face. Bringing her to the Tardis was the last thing he should have done. Now she would never tell him why she wanted other men, or why she thought he didn’t love her. Then again, maybe she would if he could coax it out of her. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he did know that he didn’t want her to just pop off, at least not drunk.
“Hello.” He said slowly, reaching out as she jerked away. “Easy, River. Easy. I don’t want you to fall.” There was no need to bring up anything else, he knew that she knew. It was plain from the expression on her face. “It’s alright. Let’s just get you into the Tardis okay?” He offered his hand out, smiling a bit sadly at her. Whatever it was, whatever the reasons that she had, they were his fault. It wasn’t like he had any right to be angry with her, because at the end of the day, he was the one making her feel unloved.
"It was a joke" She stumbled backwards another step or too, anticipating the wall much to early and almost ending up on the ground as she put a hand behind her. River laughed after a moment, but it was too half hearted to be anything substantial. Her hand went to her vortex manipulator, fumbling over the buttons in her haste.
After a moment, it proved all too much. With a cry of frustration she succeeded only in unclasping the device and throwing it to the ground. She couldn’t even escape from this.
She chuckled in response, tugging the jacket around her, “So nice to see that chivalry isn’t dead”
The white haired man glanced at the woman to his side, a smile tugging at his lips despite the cold and wet falling snow.
"I make a poor Canadian, I’m afraid," he laughed to himself. Instead of complaining further, the Siren slipped off his jacket to set around the woman’s shoulders. "What is your name?"
River tilted her head to the side after a moment, her eyes drifting from the man to their surroundings and back again. “Canada? Is that where we are?” It’s the Doctor’s fault really, landing them both here before mysteriously having to run off like that. To make matters worse, he had her vortex manipulator.
She groaned out loud. “Tell me there’s a decent lodge nearby?”
She remembered this day. Now that she could look back upon it, assess every hidden meaning, every sideways glance and painful grimace, she could see them for what they were.
River lay back on the couch, her fingers happily running along her stomach as she hummed, happier than she had been in a long time as she flicked through the catalog, smiling as she looked at the various clothes. She had never been one for shopping, but this… it was so different.
"In here, Sweetie!" she called out, a wide grin spreading across her face as she heard the doorbell, knowing her parents wouldn’t be home for hours. There was only one person it could be.
Swallowing, River pushed open the door, allowing it to swing against the wall as she stared blankly into the hallway. The threshold loomed in front of her, both too close and in the same moment, too far.
Her double’s voice in contrast sounded so warm and inviting. Strangely that gave her strength. Enough to let out a convincing laugh, “Afraid it’s not him. But the next best thing. Possibly even better.”
Or the bringer of bad news.
The Doctor was so tempted to keep the kiss going, to forget about the festival for a few minutes and just have her wife. But no, they had to be there from the start, or else the experience just wouldn’t be the same. “Oh, yes, there is always tonight,” she answered once the kiss broke, curling her hands and gripping her skirt tightly to keep herself from grabbing her wife for another kiss.
She followed her wife, watching her go through the different choices shown to her, glancing at a few herself, not sure what she herself would change into, not even sure she’d find a suitable outfit for the festival. When River pulled out her choice, she turned and looked it over, smiling after a moment.
River beamed in response, flourishing under the Doctor’s eye. Without another moments hesitation she reached for the zipper on the dress she were currently wearing, sliding down the sleeves as soon as it were done. With a gentle swish the material fell to the ground, pooling at her feet.
She felt there was no shame in strutting around in nothing but lingerie. This was her wife after all, and she was River Song.
Grinning at the Doctor now River slid into her chosen attire carefully, shrugging on the sleeves before spinning around. “Zip me up?”
[She sniffs, not quite enjoying it either.]
"I don’t think I will ever be used to the snow here."
“it’s an acquired taste I suppose”
Ooc: far from it nonnie dear, but thank you all same. *cuddles*
Do you ever have those RP partners who you absolutely love and you just wait all day for them to get online and when you see they’ve replied to your thread you just get all happy and excited because they’re awesome but you don’t want to bother them with messages because you’re afraid you’ll come off as annoying