RP for James Norrington (bestcommodore)

[ladyoftime]

With a sound that could be described as 'VWOORP VWOORP' and a small wind coming from seemingly nowhere, a blue police call box materialises at precisely seven o'clock. The Doctor bounces out to find her passenger for the night, one James Norrington, who did not present himself immediately.
"Jamie!"

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[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

It is better, she has to admit. The man has an obsession with layers, apparently, but she can't talk.
At any rate, she drags him off to the snappily-titled bar and gets them in with the use of psychic paper. (It's amazing how fast she manages to find herself a banana daiquiri, especially considering that they aren't, technically, served here.) "What'll you have, Jamie?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"Brandy." He does have a bit of a layers problem. That, or he's still wary of the tickling.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

She catches the bartender's attention, and Jamie is soon served his brandy. She'll get him to try something more interesting later.
"What'd you think of the TARDIS?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

He sips it like a gentleman. She's never going to get him to de-layer and submit to ticklishness at this rate.

"It's very...interesting. What is it, precisely?"

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Brandy, like you asked for. At least, it should be." She peers into his glass worriedly. "Isn't it?"

[bestcommodore.livejournal.com]

"I meant the TARDIS." He gives her an amused look.