mickey smith, defending the earth: the end of time"You looked like you needed help. Besides, you’re the one who persuaded me to go freelance.""Yeah, but we’re being fired at by a Sontaran. A dumpling with a gun."
Uhhh, started this one for a different prompt and it refused to behave there. So you get it instead. SHUT UP I KNOW IT’S LONG.
She knows her limits. Four beers, three vodka drinks — unless the bartender is Tim, he makes them strong — and subtract one for each shot.
That’s why she knows that at three shots and two strong whisky cocktails she’s blown right past every limit she’s ever set.
But Jake’s back. After six long months of a rotating cast of useless fill-ins and newly-minted rookie detectives, his desk is full of terrible, tooth-rotting candy and actual police work. He stood up and apologized to the entire 99 squad for the lie of his quitting. Gina threw her phone at him, then said she’d always known. Scully cried.
Happy hour hasn’t been this happy in god knows how long. Boyle is beside himself — Sarge has actually had to pick him up off the floor twice. Rosa’s been spotted smiling by no fewer than seven people.
And Amy Santiago is getting rip-roaring drunk.
He is young
"In another moment a happier sight caught her;—Mr. Knightley leading Harriet to the set!—Never had she been more surprized, seldom more delighted, than at that instant."