Just the usual,” Clara lied, downing the rest of the scotch, “Just feeling down lately. And you?”
The Doctor called for the bartender again to refill their glasses and reached inside his briefcase, pulling out yesterday's newspaper. He opened it at the birth announcements and Clara spotted a picture of a pretty, young woman, not much older than herself, holding a tiny newborn.
“That is my ex-girlfriend Eileen. She left me a year ago because I wanted to get married and have children and she didn't. At least that's what she said,” the Doctor explained, avoiding to look at the picture.
Clara started to read the article.
“We congratulate Eileen Simmons and her husband Mark to the birth or their son Danny.”
Danny. The name stung but Clara was determined not to show it. Instead she read the announcement again.
“Wow, that really sucks,” Clara uttered.
“Yep. But now I know it wasn't marriage that scared her away or having kids, it was me. I guess I earned it. Somehow,” the Doctor raised his glass to his lips again.
“Why? What makes you say that?” Clara was honestly curious now.
“I have . . . a reputation. Of which you wouldn't know because you're new, but. . . I have. I have slept with a female student more than just once.”
Clara gulped. It really wasn't what she had expected, not of him. He had always seemed such a professional during class.
“I, uhm, I didn't push it. I'm not a creep if that's what you're thinking now,” he threw her a glance to check whether she seemed disgusted or not, “I always waited for them to make the first move. Most just did it because they wanted a better grade. I knew that, but I didn't care. Eileen was different though. I loved her. We had been together for two years when I proposed. A few months later she left me, for him,” he pointed at the newspaper, “apparently.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. It's really not a nice thing to do to someone. She could've told you the truth at least,” Clara finished her glass. She wasn't used to this kind of strong liquor and she was starting to feel a little light-headed.
“I learned my lesson,” the Doctor concluded, “Hands off the students.”
“Oh, I'm sure not everyone is like your ex. You'll meet someone,” Clara nudged him gently and smiled.
The Doctor turned his head towards her and a smirk formed on his lips. “You're very kind, Clara Oswald,” he sighed, “But for now I think I'm gonna get drunk, pass out on my bed and be completely hungover in class tomorrow. What do you say, one more drink and I'll stop bothering you with my boring life?”
Clara knew she should say no. She should decline and demanded a cup of tea instead, but the Doctor was right. The scotch had really warmed her up and the thoughts of Danny seemed further away then ever. And here was her nice professor in desperate need of some company. So she agreed.
还是老样子,"克拉拉撒了谎,唐宁街其余的苏格兰威士忌,"只最近感觉很失望。和你吗?"医生呼吁酒保再来填充他们的眼镜,达到他的公文包,拿出昨天的报纸。他打开了它在出生公告和克拉拉发现一个漂亮的年轻女人,不比大得多,她抱着刚出生的婴儿的照片。"这是我的前女友艾琳。因为我想要结婚生子,她没去,她离开了我在一年前。至少当时是她说了什么,"医生解释,避免看图片。克莱拉开始读这篇文章。"我们祝贺艾琳 · 西蒙斯和她丈夫马克诞生或他们的儿子丹尼."丹尼。名称刺痛,但克拉拉决意不显示它。相反她读再一次的公告。"哇,那太糟了,"克拉拉说。"是啊。但现在我知道它不是把她吓跑了的婚姻或有了孩子,是我。我赢得了它吧不知怎的"医生再次举起酒杯向他的嘴唇。"为什么?你凭什么这么说?"克莱拉现在很诚实地好奇。"我......有声誉。你不会知道的因为你是新的但。.我有。我有睡与一名女学生不止只是一次。克拉拉一饮而尽。是真的不是她所期望的不是他。他总是在上课时似乎这样一个专业。“I, uhm, I didn't push it. I'm not a creep if that's what you're thinking now,” he threw her a glance to check whether she seemed disgusted or not, “I always waited for them to make the first move. Most just did it because they wanted a better grade. I knew that, but I didn't care. Eileen was different though. I loved her. We had been together for two years when I proposed. A few months later she left me, for him,” he pointed at the newspaper, “apparently.”“I'm sorry to hear that. It's really not a nice thing to do to someone. She could've told you the truth at least,” Clara finished her glass. She wasn't used to this kind of strong liquor and she was starting to feel a little light-headed.“I learned my lesson,” the Doctor concluded, “Hands off the students.”“Oh, I'm sure not everyone is like your ex. You'll meet someone,” Clara nudged him gently and smiled.The Doctor turned his head towards her and a smirk formed on his lips. “You're very kind, Clara Oswald,” he sighed, “But for now I think I'm gonna get drunk, pass out on my bed and be completely hungover in class tomorrow. What do you say, one more drink and I'll stop bothering you with my boring life?”Clara knew she should say no. She should decline and demanded a cup of tea instead, but the Doctor was right. The scotch had really warmed her up and the thoughts of Danny seemed further away then ever. And here was her nice professor in desperate need of some company. So she agreed.
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