✘ 07

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's sat at Jack's desk, which now stinks of disinfectant and only has a very small pile of papers left of on it.  The rest of  the papers are in a bin liner a few feet away, and it would be advisable to stay away from it (cat pee isn't a pleasant smell).

There's an untouched glass of whiskey in front of him, and from the slightly dusty state of the decanter next to it it's obvious he's took it from his own version of Jack's stash.]

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Quite the wordsmith, you are. [Crosses her arms and eyes him.] So, out with it. What's got you spouting single syllables and pouting like Rosto off his feed?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Nothing, alright?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

...you might want to have that drink, lad, if 'nothing' has your codpiece shoved that far between your legs.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Glaring at the desk, and tipping it back.]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Here, Ianto. She'll pour you another.] You look like you're having a bit of a pest problem. [She jerks her head in the direction of the stinky bin.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And he'll down that one too. :|b] Cy seemed to be under the impression Jack told her she could pee on it.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Cy?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

The cat. I take it you haven't spoken to her yet?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No. You say that as though she speaks back.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

She does speak back.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]