❆
Send my muse a “❆” I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:
8. Your muse being drunk after all the mistletoe and wine
The Doctor rolled his eyes as Cyber slurred her words as she attempted to tell him just how brilliant she was. He hadn’t even known it was possible for her to get drunk what with her species, but she certainly proved him wrong. “Yes, yes, darling, you’ll destroy the human race.” He lifted his glass to his lips, taking a sip of the whiskey that he chose over the wine that she was currently spilling as she went on and on. He was about five seconds away from giving her a smack just to shut her up.
He had just begun tuning her words out when he noticed the mistletoe just above his head and an idea soon formed in his mind. His eyes met hers and he grabbed her tightly by the arms as he said, “Shut up.” He then spun them around so they were both directly beneath the mistletoe and slammed his lips against hers.












