Pairing: The Doctor/Martha
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 12. I'm drunk.
Disclaimer: Belongs to the Beeb, who coincidently also own my soul.
It's not thirty seconds after Martha shuts the door behind him that he realizes Martha's had a little too much to drink this evening. It could be the bottles of wine sitting empty on the endtable, or the nearly-empty glass in her hand that she places down on her desk with a squiiiiink of oval glass to wood.
One, two, three, and she's stepped up very close to him, her warm terrycloth-ed body pressed near his.
"What did you want to tell me?" she asks. Her breath reeks of wine.
"You're drunk," he says.
She sighs. "So nothing I didn't already know, then."