"Well I hope you don't vomit. Ianto would be very cross at the mess, and by cross I mean explosive at me." Jack smiled, looking at his glass. Ianto could work himself up into fits of rage, but that could be dealt with Jack batting his eyes. There was also the occasional helping, but that tended to get Ianto either slightly less angry or more angry. Jack was not good at cleaning, never had been and probably never would be.
"Ianto is the greatest." Jack said. "Not like the guy who gave me this bottle. Now that was a relationship that died before it ended." he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. "John was the exact opposite of Ianto, but then again I was not the man I am today."