Rose and the Nestene

                                    

                                          
(Rose P.O.V)
"Do you think I should try the hospital?" Rose remarked thoughtfully, staring at her boyfriend, Mickey.
"Suki said they had jobs going in the canteen. Is that it them, dishing out chips. I could do A Levels." Rose sighed. "I don't know. It's all Jimmy Stone's fault. I only left school because of him. Look where he ended up." She turned back to Mickey. "What do you think?"
Mickey, completely ignored her question. "So, where did you meet this Doctor?" He asked, smiling creepily.
Rose looked at him, astonished. "I'm sorry," she stated slowly. "Wasn't I talking about me for a second?"
"Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right?" Mickey continued, still smiling, although he looked rather frightening now. "Was she something to do with that?"
Rose glanced at him in fear. "No," she lied.
"Come on." Mickey pressed.
"Sort of."
"What was she doing there?" Rose could tell something was off.
Even though she was suspicious, her subconscious told her it was safe, it was Mickey. "I'm not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I'm not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don't think it's safe. I think she's dangerous," She finished with a kind of intensity in her voice, like a warning.
"But you can trust me sweetheart," Mickey leaned forward across the table. "Babe," his face kind of twitched at that. "sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything." His voice suddenly got deep and threatening. "Tell me about the Doctor and what she's planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that's all I really want to do," the twitching and smile came back, "sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart."
Rose backed away slightly. "What're you doing that for?"  her voice held a kind of rebellious spark.
A waitress approached, but neither Rose nor Mickey looked up. "Your champagne," she announced.
Mickey said hurriedly, without looking up, "We didn't order any champagne. Where's the Doctor?"
The waitress, turning to Rose, insisted, "Madam, your champagne."
Rose, still staring at Mickey in fright replied with an exasperated voice, "It's not ours. Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?"
Mickey grabbed Rose's wrist. "I need to find out how much you know, so where is she?"
The waitress cried out, "Doesn't anybody want this champagne?" 
Mickey sighed, "Look we didn't orde-"
As he turned, Mickey finally saw that the Doctor was the waitress
"Ah, gotcha."
The Doctor grins madly as Rose looks up with surprise. "Don't mind me!" the Doctor exclaims. "Just toasting the happy couple, on the house!"
She releases the cork from the bottle he had been shaking, and the cork lands squarely in the middle of Mickey's forehead, sinking in. After a few moments, Mickey spits the cork out.