"Oh, if you insist," he grins back at her. It's certainly no hardship, he's looking forward to it. "We might run into a few friends of mine if we're lucky. Or...not, depending on the friend. I might have - well, you know. Time travel," he shrugs, tugging her hand to pull her along.
He has a grin on his face, but it's the type of grin that says he knows more than she does and he's not willing to tell her. Yet. But he leads her to the bartop, where an assortment of so many creatures and people are all drinking and eating a variety of things.
"Oh, there are many planets in that entire galaxy, Clara. It would take years to explore," he grins, sipping at a neon blue drink now. "And I'll have you know, I'm quite good friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"It depends when we find her. Sometimes the time goes wrong and I have no control of it. It's all the TARDIS's fault," he explains with a little smirk.
"I think the TARDIS enjoys a bit of drama," Clara says with a grin before taking a sip of her drink.
"This alcohol is a bit stronger than Earth's, yeah?" And by 'a bit' she means, she's had a few sips and already she wouldn't mind getting out on a dance floor. "Few sips more and I'll be doing karaoke," she jokes, dimple showing.
"I hadn't noticed," he says sincerely. His metabolism is different than hers, of course, although he's capable of getting inebriated. "Though, I would like to see this karaoke. Go on, then. What'll you sing for us?" He bumps her shoulder playfully as he smiles.
"No! I don't know this planet's songs," she laughs, bumping his shoulder back. "If you take me to an Earth karaoke bar, then maybe. I'll need a few more of these first."
And so naturally, she downs the one in her hand and holds up one finger for another. "Also, that's not fair. You're going to sober while I'm singing my heart out for you."
"That's completely fair, Clara, otherwise how can I be a proper judge of your abilities?" He teases her fondly. "I have to be fully in my right mind. Or, near it. I'm not sure I'm ever in my right mind...how would I know exactly..." He trails off for a moment, getting lost in that thought.
"Oh, now that's easy. Something by The Beatles. No, wait!" He sips at his drink, thinking a moment. "Ella Fitzgerald. I love all of her music. She was fun company, too," he grins.
Then, he smacks his hand down on the bar lightly, shaking his head. "No. What am I thinking? I know it. Of course. The very best song, my favorite of all time. Tell me you know it."
He gets up suddenly then, gently tugging her off her barstool and moving to twirl her around. Then, very terribly off-key, he sings, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog..."
"Singing your heart out for me, like you promised," he grins, then moves to sit back down with her. "Maybe I'll sing a song for you, too. Or I'll write you a song. Yes!" He grins triumphantly. "That's it. I'll write you a song."
"Oh yeah?" she asks with a laugh, sipping her new drink this time a little slower.
"I truly cannot wait to see what a song written by you will sound like. Don't tell me I've already heard one because you wrote all of The Who's best hits or something."
"Oh, now you're just being cheeky," she says, shoving his shoulder with her hand.
But something about that does make her curious, and she tilts her head at him a little. "Are there any moments in time you've gone back to more than once?"
"You promised, just remember that," he says pointedly, though heaves a big, huffing sigh as though he's put out.
"Sometimes, after the people I've traveled with have gone - moved on, or...I've lost them - I'll go back to a happy moment when we were still together. I just pass through, just for a moment, and only when I miss them very much."
Clara's face softens. "I can't have a go at you over that," she says quietly. "A load of people would do that, if they could, I bet. Her eyes move over his face before looking down at her drink.
"If I could see my mum again even for a second..." she trails off, then hesitates before looking at him again, not even asking the question aloud.
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"Come on, let's see if it's like Star Wars or not."
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"It's like if Star Wars was made now, I love it," she tells him with a grin, hitting him on the chest with the back of her hand in delight.
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"You think Star Wars is just a movie, don't you?"
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"Shut up. It isn't. It is? It is? Why haven't we gone there then?!"
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"Have you met Princess Leia? Can I meet Princess Leia?"
Who cares about the men, honestly.
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"Does that mean you'd have to sneak me in to meet her?"
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"This alcohol is a bit stronger than Earth's, yeah?" And by 'a bit' she means, she's had a few sips and already she wouldn't mind getting out on a dance floor. "Few sips more and I'll be doing karaoke," she jokes, dimple showing.
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And so naturally, she downs the one in her hand and holds up one finger for another. "Also, that's not fair. You're going to sober while I'm singing my heart out for you."
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"Alright then, plenty of time to tell me what your favorite Earth song is."
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Then, he smacks his hand down on the bar lightly, shaking his head. "No. What am I thinking? I know it. Of course. The very best song, my favorite of all time. Tell me you know it."
He gets up suddenly then, gently tugging her off her barstool and moving to twirl her around. Then, very terribly off-key, he sings, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog..."
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She begins singing the chorus to prove it, finishing with a deep bow. "I'll sing it proper later," she promises.
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"I truly cannot wait to see what a song written by you will sound like. Don't tell me I've already heard one because you wrote all of The Who's best hits or something."
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But something about that does make her curious, and she tilts her head at him a little. "Are there any moments in time you've gone back to more than once?"
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"You'll just say it's terribly cheesy and have a go at me, though. You and your mean streak."
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"Come on, I promise. I won't have a go at you."
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"Sometimes, after the people I've traveled with have gone - moved on, or...I've lost them - I'll go back to a happy moment when we were still together. I just pass through, just for a moment, and only when I miss them very much."
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"If I could see my mum again even for a second..." she trails off, then hesitates before looking at him again, not even asking the question aloud.
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