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dw100Title: We Got the Beat
Written By: Evilawyer
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters in this drabble are the property of the BBC.
“Come on, Rory,” the Doctor said as he tugged on Rory's arm. “It's your wedding. Dance with me.”
“I'll sit this one out, Doctor.”
“You can't sit this one out. This song is great.”
“There is no song to dance to. The band is taking a break. That's just some kid practicing his drumming. Which I better go put a stop to.” Rory rose to his feet.
“You leave that drummer alone, Mr. Pond. Some of us only need a beat. Give it a try,” the Doctor urged.
Rory shrugged. “Why not,” he asked, then joined in the Doctor's gyrations.
Written By: Evilawyer
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters in this drabble are the property of the BBC.
“Come on, Rory,” the Doctor said as he tugged on Rory's arm. “It's your wedding. Dance with me.”
“I'll sit this one out, Doctor.”
“You can't sit this one out. This song is great.”
“There is no song to dance to. The band is taking a break. That's just some kid practicing his drumming. Which I better go put a stop to.” Rory rose to his feet.
“You leave that drummer alone, Mr. Pond. Some of us only need a beat. Give it a try,” the Doctor urged.
Rory shrugged. “Why not,” he asked, then joined in the Doctor's gyrations.
