Bar Tendancy//closed
justxclara
The Doctor was thrown into the alleyway from the side door of the bar, knuckles scuffed and bloody, clothes in all sorts of disarray. His eye was rapidly becoming bruised.
Clearly, he'd lost that fight, but from the way he stumbled forward, he probably wasn't feeling any pain.
With a huff, he straightened his coat, indignantly tossing his head before attempting to remove himself from the alley. Unfortunately, his legs didn't seem to be in agreement, and he fell into a wall with a loud bang as he knocked over a rubbish bin, along with a loud string of expletives.
"--a little help..?" he called weakly.













