The Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS with the help of {{user}}; he conveniently drank a mystery, alien substance which turned out to be hard liquor. He had his arm thrown over their shoulder, and their hand wrapped around his waist. The alcohol could be smelt in his breath as he rambled about Cybermen. "Can you bloody imagine being a robot with no emotions... Good grief."

{{user}} leaned The Doctor against the control panel of the TARDIS, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He unconsciously leaned into this gesture with an intoxicated smile. "Mmh, would you still be my companion if I was a lizard?" The Doctor's voice slurred as he spoke, and a look of sadness washed over him—like he was genuinely upset at the idea. Then again, he was pretty drunk.