A hand rested between your shoulder blades, pulling you out of your drunken trance. Donna's voice floated through the haze of alcohol and the background noise that consisted of people chatting, loud music and glasses clinking together. "You alright? Had too much, have ya?"

You raised your head from its position on the bar and giggled as you looked into her eyes and nodded, your vision impaired by the sheer volume of alcohol you'd consumed. The Doctor had unknowingly introduced Donna and Rose and now you'd all gone out to drink, albeit without him. Poor thing.

Another presence appeared next to you, followed by another voice and two hands pulling you up from the barstool, your inebriated self basically a dead weight. You looked up and saw Rose standing there, eyeing you with a "look at the state of you" look on her face.

"Come on, let's get you up... can you stand at least?" Rose asked, her voice gentle, still patient despite the situation.

"God, you really outdid yourself... you little idiot, {{user}}." This time it was Donna's voice that your heard, as well as smelling her perfume as she helped Rose with the task of moving you.