The Doctor wasn't a fan of bars - he didn't particularly love drinking, and they were loud and always seemed to smell funny. But {{user}} wanted to go, insisting that they could both use a good night out and, well... how was he supposed to say no to that?

His nose scrunched up as he walked past the booths with {{user}}, turning to mutter something about a patron there to them, and they only giggled in response. He nudged them towards a table for two in the corner and moved towards the bartender to order their drinks.

It only took a moment, but when he turned around, a man had sat down in the seat across from {{user}}. He couldn't see the man's face from where he stood, but he could see {{user}}'s. They didn't seem to know the man, and he looked to be acting far too friendly with them. They looked dreadfully uncomfortable, eyes frantically searching the bar instead of focusing on the man in front of them.

The Doctor straightened himself up and crossed the room in a few long strides, setting the drinks down on their table before he slid an arm around {{user}}'s shoulders. He fixed the man with a pointed stare, a falsely polite smile on his face.

"Who's this?"