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Ianto Jones | Torchwood (inasuit) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-05-21 07:39:00

Entry tags:

gwen cooper, ianto jones

Who: Ianto Jones and Open
When: Evening
Where: Bar
What: Taking a break from the Hub
Status: Active

Ianto had decided to take a break from his relentless reorganisation of the archives. With the absence of the Rift, and all the backwash and problems that accompanied it, he'd had more time to do so, although, as always, he left the lower levels untouched until they were needed - the less contact with the weird and wonderful mysteries down there, the better, especially now they didn't have UNIT to rely on 'just in case'. Mostly he'd just kept quiet and gotten on with the day-to-day tasks, ones that did, in the end, help, but nothing that he felt anyone else needed to sacrifice their time to do.

He headed into the city by foot; he was in the mood for walking, so he did. Quickly, mind you. Spend enough time chasing after creatures in the world who had been there for a number of years that weren't really measurable with hundreds of aliens all scratching and fighting and pushing and wailing for their moment to spring out. In the dark. Then no. Spending too much time outside at night was something to avoid, up there with small enclosed spaces and solitary Weevil hunts.

In one of the less busy streets, the sign of a bar called to him. Opening the doors, the soothing, crooning notes of a standard drifted out, and he permitted himself a private smile. Sinatra. They were playing Sinatra, The Summer Wind. He turned his eyes to the main bar, where rows of bottles were eagerly anticipating someone with a spare minute to indulge in them.

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welsh_gwen
2009-05-21 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Gwen had seen him across the street, and had tried to get his attention since then, but he somehow couldn't hear her. Not thinking on just phoning him, she carried on following him. Eventually, she got to the bar he had walked into, glancing around to see what way he had went. She stood back, hoping that he wasn't planning on meeting someone, at least that way she wasn't in the way. She rarely met up with him on their own, they always had the rest of the team around them.

Noticing him on his own, she walked up behind him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Been calling on you for a while. You really need to listen more," she said with a grin.

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inasuit
2009-06-08 03:40 am UTC (link)

Ianto had been in the process of taking out his wallet, to pay for something expensive and alcoholic which would burn his throat with the promise of making him regret it later. But at the unexpected tap, he paused and looked over his shoulder to see who'd given it, before relaxing his hand and taking out a note. Frankly, getting manhandled and his wallet stolen in a discreet bar should have been the least of his worries.

He offered her a small smile, following it up with a nod towards the drinks lined up behind the bar. "I'll buy you one to make up for it."

The grin, more than anything else and the fact that he was only a phone call away, reassured him that nothing too drastic was happening elsewhere in the city. Still, he had to ask, "Everything okay?"

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welsh_gwen
2009-06-10 04:54 pm UTC (link)

Gwen laughed at his offer, moving so she was right next to him. She quickly glanced at the drinks, wondering for a moment if she should or not. The worry being what if she didn't stop at one and ended up making a fool of herself in front of Ianto? Then again, they were close friends, she'd make a fool of herself at some point anyway.

"Just a pint will do me," she said with a grin, never being one for the classier drinks.

Gwen nodded at his question, not surprised that he had instantly thought that something bad must have happened for her to be speaking to him outside of work.

"Everything's fine. Just saw you and thought I'd join you...Unless you'd rather be alone?"

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inasuit
2009-07-02 04:38 pm UTC (link)

"This is the one time I won't say a word about you getting drunk," he promised with a wry tilt to the corner of his lips. Truth was, he'd much rather have her there than rattle around on his own.

He grabbed the bartender's attention with a simple raised finger and a nod. With the exchange of a few words a tab was set up, two drinks were ordered, and while the bartender started on the first, Ianto had already turned back to face Gwen.

"Given the alternative company, yours is gratefully accepted." He gave an indicative glance at the rest of the room, where fellow stranded folk and locals clustered in small groups.

One of them consisted of international clientele taking a break from the more business-orientated districts, who had tools of technology about them; mobile phones so shiny and sleek they looked like they were worth more than the bar itself. Another group relaxed with gleaming arms of .38 snubnose type tucked into belts and pockets. A third was a group of hopeful fresh-faced college students in shorts and Reeboks, out to set the world - or at least their date's pants - on fire.

"Bit different than the usual Cardiff residents." He paused. "The human ones, that is."

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