Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2218
Author's Summary: "The Doctor gets a one-night stint waiting tables, greeting, and stripping at the Sugar Shack. Oh, the humanity."
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, OCs
Warnings: Swearing, otherwise none
Recced because: I was introduced to this story via the Children of Time awards (in which it took a first round Runner-up win in the "crackfic" category), and it's a real gem. It's told from the POV of an OC, Big Jake, the bouncer-turned-owner of a male strip club, the Sugar Shack. We've probably all seen cringe-worthy OCs, but Big Jake proves how *much* a well-written OC can add to a story. The same can be said of writing in dialect; too often it comes across as hokey and forced, but in this story, you feel like you're sitting at a table with Big Jake, having a beer and listening to his tale about a weird, skinny guy who showed up at the club one night . . . Laugh-out-loud funny stuff, with just a dash of angst to make it believably Ten-ish.