Backdated to October 6th

After all the dancing, he'd let the Doctor slip away for a drink or two while Chase opted to nurse himself icy cool glasses of water and nothing more. It was a big night for other people and it was his turn to be responsible. He was good at that.

He was currently in the middle of a tall glass of juice, finishing it off as he kept an eye on the dance floor for the happy couples, his lips turning upwards when he remembered that he was part of one of those happy couples.

He hadn't really expected that.

But it was a good night. And there'd been some good dancing so far.