Meanwhile, Rex is on beer number two, hoping that the more he drinks, the more he blends in with the crowd. Right now, he knows he sticks out like a sore thumb. He can tell everybody else just... knows he doesn't belong here. They (whoever "they" are) are probably laughing at him at this very moment. He'd leave if he had anywhere to go, but he doesn't. No friends, no lover, no family. Maybe if he comes clean to Martha Jones...
No. He's not even going to consider that right now. He's here because he needs a distraction, and damn it, he's going to get a distraction.
He starts peeling at the label of his bottle, brow furrowed as he focuses on his task, a small frown set on his face. He barely notices the woman who moves next to him to order a drink, not at first. Then, after a beat, he glances over and--
It's the woman from the Network. Shit. He quickly turns his head, hoping she doesn't notice him, cheeks reddening because he's already embarrassed enough to be here. He's just going to take a good, long drink of his beer now.
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No. He's not even going to consider that right now. He's here because he needs a distraction, and damn it, he's going to get a distraction.
He starts peeling at the label of his bottle, brow furrowed as he focuses on his task, a small frown set on his face. He barely notices the woman who moves next to him to order a drink, not at first. Then, after a beat, he glances over and--
It's the woman from the Network. Shit. He quickly turns his head, hoping she doesn't notice him, cheeks reddening because he's already embarrassed enough to be here. He's just going to take a good, long drink of his beer now.
Even if he hates beer.