She'd been watching the Doctor and Jack trying to out-drink each other all evening. They'd retained the capacity to speak clearly, if somewhat incoherently; but, after she'd confiscated a flask of 184-proof Bruichladdich from the Doctor, she was just happy they were still breathing.
Sighing gratefully as she heard the call for last orders, Rose went to chat with the bartender about borrowing a wheelbarrow to get the boys back to the TARDIS.
They needed to find a new way to burn off testosterone. Naked jelly wrestling sounded good to her.
dw100 — challenge #105: last call