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The girl in the corner is… well, she’s gorgeous. Bill can admit that much. She’s standing in the corner of the bar, wearing a blue button-up that’s a few sizes too big and a large leather jacket. Still, she knows how to make it work, with the shirt tied up into a crop top and the leather jacket engulfing her in a cute way.
Bill assumes it’s a boyfriend’s clothes, so she doesn’t have any chance with the girl. Plus, cute girls in pink miniskirts and thigh high boots usually don’t like Bill.
Although, this is a gay bar.
Bill gets up her courage to stand up, only for the Doctor to catch her arm. “Can’t do that. You’ll cross into my time stream, and who knows what will come of that?”
“Your timestream? You know that girl?” Bill asks, but she sits down.
“We were, in the simplest way to put it, together. With our friend, Captain Jack Harkness.”
“Oh, ew. I’m not dating someone who dated you. That’s gross. Now I’m definitely not going to hit on her. Good taste, though. I’m surprised. I thought you only dated aliens or something, and now I learn that not only did you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend, your girlfriend was hot.”
“Bill.”
“Hey, I’m just stating the truth here. She’s over there having all the lesbians look at her, and you’re an… old man.”
“I wasn’t an old man back then.” The Doctor nods to the corner.
Two men are standing next to the girl. One, who’s hot if you like that sort of thing – men – which Bill doesn’t, and another that has big ears and a near shorn head. Hot Guy kisses the girl on the head as Ears watches with a fond look in his eyes.
“Well, you aren’t the hot guy, so that must be Captain Jack. Were you Ears?”
The Doctor frowns. “I usually looked better than that. She’s wearing my coat.”
“Damn.” Bill watches as the Doctor – her Doctor, god – tips the girl’s head back and kisses her gently. “What was her name?”
“Rose. I left her and Jack for different reasons, and I miss them. But, I wouldn’t have you then, would I? And unfortunately you’ve grown on me.”
“Like a friend?”
“Like a fungus.”
Rose knows that the girl sitting at the bar is watching her. She’s an attractive girl, Rose supposes. She’s only really got eyes for the Doctor and Jack, since she’s wearing their clothes and just waiting for them to notice.
An older man leans into the girl, her granddad perhaps. Rose is distracted by the appearance of her beloveds. Jack is wearing just an undershirt, which she’s sure is to spite her for stealing his shirt. The Doctor looks kind of dumb without his jacket, in a royal purple jumper.
Rose watches a few girls and boys swoon over Jack in only a white tank top, and takes a little bit of pleasure in letting him kiss her forehead. She may be intensely polyamorous, but she still struggles to squash that little flare of jealousy that likes to make itself known. Jack isn’t hers, but she’s got a small part of him.
“That’s my shirt, Rosie,” Jack says into her ear, arm reaching over her to cup her waist.
“You’re doing fine without it,” she responds with a smug smile. One of her hands runs over his bicep. He laughs.
“You also stole my coat.”
Rose looks at the Doctor, greeting him with a kiss. “Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Steal it from me?”
“Maybe I will,” the Doctor said, making a fake move for the jacket that Rose easily dodged. “But you look good in it.”
“I look good in everything. You just like me wearing your clothes.” Rose hums as the Doctor takes hold of the labels of his own jacket and pulls her in for another kiss. She sighs happily into the kiss. “You want any, Jack?” she asks when the Doctor pulls away,
“Of course.”