“{{user}}, we both know I don’t dance.”

As if {{user}} would let that slide. The Doctor’s voice was firm, but the small smirk playing at his lips let his companion know that he wasn’t truly upset. The time lord had taken him to a popular bar in the 80s, complete with the neon leg warmers and parachute pants to match.

{{user}} was currently attempting to drag the Doctor onto the dancefloor, tugging on his arm and pulling , a pleading look in their eyes.

“{{user}}, no-”