Date: 2006-08-03 01:35 pm (UTC)
"Beer isn't wholesome," the Doctor said sternly, "beer's Oirish. Top o' the morning to ya, my goodness my Guinness, I really have to work on my Irish accent..."

He paused but brightened after a moment. "I'm good with Scottish accents, though."*

The name Adam rung a bell. He'd heard the name recently. Who had said it... oh, Uriel. Adam was her manager. The one he was supposed to find if he wanted a job here. Maybe he could get Pepper to introduce him to the fellow.

The Doctor grinned when John joined in the game. He snuck a sidelong glance at Pepper and saw her smiling too. Good. It was going to be a good day.

"Know the Sex Pistols?" He pretended to be affronted. "Of course I know the Sex Pistols! The Sex Pistols and Queen are two of the best things of the past century!" He'd met both of them, too. The whole tapes-morphing-into-Best-of-Queen-cassettes-after-a-fortnight was partially his fault.

He opened his mouth to join in the singing when a young man with bright eyes and flushed cheeks interrupted, running up to them and calling Pepper's name.

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* David Tennant is, actually, Scottish, but can talk with a very good English accent. It isn't the other way around.
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