Lisa shook her head as he came out of the bathroom with a towel hung low around his hips. He was in better shape than he was when they first met. Apparently he was trying harder and doing more patrolling. She made a mental note to track his activities so he wouldn’t get his cute butt killed.
Still grinning she tried to cut him off in the kitchen and grabbed him by the shoulders. “No, you’re going to bed to lie down, I heard you swearing in there. I’ll order pizza and you lay down. Just tell me what you want on your pizza and if you behave you might get a kiss goodnight.” she promised.
“I’m fiiiiine, Lisa. I’m going to grab a drink.” He said, ducking under the woman’s arms. He opened the fridge and grabbed a hard cider, opening it and finishing it in one long gulp. Cisco winked at the woman as he rinsed the can and tossed it in a paper bag under the sink. “For the pain, promise. Help yourself to whatever. There’s cider, beer, coke, water, lemonade, other stuff. Snacks in the cupboards, I just went shopping the other day, so.” He darted back down the hallway and into his room, shutting the door behind him.
He rummaged through his drawers and found himself a pair of TARDIS boxers and a navy blue doctor who shirt and slipped it over his head, smiling at himself as the mirror as he caught a glimpse of himself. He began to whistle the theme song from the show as he stepped into his closet and pulled on his red and blue plaid PJ pants, smiling at his matchy-ness. “Hey Lis-” He stopped feeling suddenly very dizzy. Maybe that drink wasn’t the best idea after all. The vertigo overcame him, causing him to close his eyes and lean heavily on the wall. “Whadda wanna wear?” He managed to get out before slowly sliding to the ground.