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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sorting through the bottles in the Astral Bar.  Because of the lack of light he's having to sort by taste, but that's not something he's too worried about right now.

When he manages to find a bottle of high quality whiskey he seats himself on one of the barstools, pouring it into a glass he's already found, tossing it back.  He repeats this a few times before pushing his glass away.  He still doesn't feel any better about this.]

((So.  It's Ianto's 25th... his canon DOB is 19th August 1983.  I swear I'm not just being sadistic. .__.))

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[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[He ditched the coliseum when people started showing up. DEPRESSED COMPANY IS THE ONLY KIND HE CAN DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW. So he hops onto the bar.]

Ianto Jones, you look as I feel.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Glances over at him, running a hand through his hair.] I take it you aren't here for the same reason as me?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Lays down, head on his paws.] I was with her. I had her at my side.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Who?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Pertelot Fitzwilliam of High-Fashion. [He sighs the name, then makes a little murring sound of depression.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Burst of colored light from nearly every surface, chiming, twittering, itty-bitty-birds, tumbling over one another in the air and bumping their way out the door. Even after most of them find their way out, the place seems lighter than before.]

Happy Birthday, Squanto!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He'd be surprised, but... well, it's Cy. So he smiles at her instead.] Thanks, Cy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Jumps onto the bar and trots over to him, bumping her head against his arm and then rubbing her face all over him.] My Squanto!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He almost points out that cats don't own people, but catches himself and rubs his fingers against her cheek instead.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I heard that, smarty-pants. [Whacks him lightly.] Who says people own cats?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou's been all over the place lately, but one place he hasn't been is the bar. So, hello! He comes bearing his flashlight (luckily he's got at least a few spare batteries in the ZeroLiner), but pauses once he's inside.]

... Ianto-san?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey. Light.] Ryotarou?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Nods and gets closer so he can set the flashlight up on the counter.] Mm, it's me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Fancy a drink? They've probably got some alchopops around if they're more to your taste.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Alchopops? [Not really sure he wants to drink anything while they're all trapped here, but foreign word is foreign.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Has a torch! And sits next to him] What's new, then?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[\o/ Torches are good.] Not a lot, really. Drink?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. [Nudges] Something's wrong.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Goes to fetch her a glass from the other side of the bar before sitting back down.] I can't drink for fun?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Not when something's wrong you can't.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Takes a seat besides him, still in only his boxers] Sorry I couldn't bring you anything.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto glances over at him for a second, before smiling slightly.] It's alright. At least I'm not stuck sleeping on the floor.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Takes the torch he got from Rose and places it down on the bar so it's facing away from them. Turns it on] You are welcomes into my bed anytime, Ianto Jones. [Leans forward and kisses him softly, playfully]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto likes Jack kisses, so he kisses him back.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack returns the kiss for a moment, then pulls away, running the tip of his tongue over his lips] You taste like half dozen different types of alcohol.