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.