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Author: [livejournal.com profile] irishvampire13
Title: 'Another Round'
Rating: PG
Word Count: 596
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 20 Prompts: Fantasy and Fairy Tales
Prompt: #19: Three/Third Time
Notes/Warnings: Mildly disturbing imagery.

Summary: Something about this felt...odd. Not right. There was a mild tickle in the back of Rory's mind as he stared at the man who stood on his doorstep. A soft whisper of uncertainty.

"Boys' night out, Rory," he grinned widely. "What d'you say?"

Rory blinked, still staring. "You were just here a moment ago," he protested at last. "Maybe five minutes ago, at most."

"Was I?" He checked his watch, tapping the crystal with a fingernail. "Hm. Must be running fast. Anyway," he continued, clapping the other man on the shoulder. "You, me, the TARDIS, just us boys. Well, and the old girl, naturally," he finished with a chuckle.

Something about this felt...odd. Not right. There was a mild tickle in the back of Rory's mind as he stared at the man who stood on his doorstep. A soft whisper of uncertainty.

"What would we do," he finally asked. "Go down the pub, or something?"

"Would you like that?" The improbable grin widened. "We could do that. I know some brilliant pubs. Selika Prime has the best pubs in the sector. Come on," he insisted, catching at Rory's arm and dragging him into the TARDIS.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They never made it that far. Instead, they were sharing drinks in the TARDIS karaoke bar. Leaning more toward bar than karaoke.

"It's weird in here, without the music," Rory noted, taking a sip of ale. "Creepy." The dimness didn't aid in relieving the eerie atmosphere, either. Usually gleaming with Eighties-neon brightness, the room was lit at the moment by a few flickering lamps.

"Don't pay any attention," his host chuckled softly. He glanced at Rory's emptying glass. "Here; let me get you a refill." Taking it up, he moved to the bar.

"I'm not sure I should," Rory protested. "This'll be my third round."

"Oh, never mind that. The night is young."

Rory stared at the tweed back that faced him. There was still a feeling of strangeness to the situation. It bothered him. Whatever it was, he was having trouble putting his finger on it.

"What exactly are we going to do," he asked, folding his hands on the table in front of him. "What did you have in mind for this boys' night out thing?"

"Oh, this. That. Anything that comes to mind," was the answer. "Idle chitchat." He came back, two glasses in hand, and sat down. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Rory echoed, tapping glasses. He took a deep drink, watching the other man. Why did something feel weird, here? "Aren't you drinking," he asked, frowning; the other glass rested untouched.

A slow, sly grin. "I don't think the drug I just slipped you would agree with my system," he growled.

"Drug?" Slowly, Rory stared at his glass, and then at the man who'd brought it to him. "Sorry--did you just say you--"

"Drugged you. Yes, Rory. That's exactly what I'm saying."

Rory rose awkwardly. His head was already swimming. Stumbling, he backed away, staggering against the bar. "But...why...Doctor, why would you..."

Hands clenched at his lapels, and those green eyes flashed cruelly. "Surprise," that normally friendly voice hissed. "You're not talking to the Doctor, Mister Pond." A low, wicked chuckle. "The Doctor is out, I'm afraid. Indefinitely."

Perhaps it was the drug that made Rory's stomach churn. Perhaps it was the terror. It was hard to discern the cause, really. "Who..."

His...captor...grinned viciously. "Hello, again...did you miss me? It's been a while."

"But...w-who...are..." Rory shook his head, dizzy, his knees trying to buckle. The hands grasping him were all that kept him upright, wedged tightly against the edge of the bar.

The laughter built, speaking eloquently of insanity.

"This is the Ganger, dear," the other man hissed. "Hold still..."

The last memory Rory had was of lips hungrily covering his own.

Date: 2015-12-20 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevanatwonights.livejournal.com
Boy's night out...a duplicitous meaning there hehe.

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