Who: Jack Harkness and Chidi Anagonye. What: Jack likes to flirt with everyone. Grocery shopping. Where: Walmart. When: Saturday, August 8. Afternoon. Warnings: Jack. Status: Closed and complete.
Jack was doing something he rarely felt obligated to do. He was at Walmart, the root of all evil. He knew that he and Ianto needed food for the two of them, that they couldn't count on Clara or the Doctor to keep them fed. It wasn't fair to either of them, or to Martha, either. So Jack sucked it up and headed toward Walmart to pick up a few things. He felt the need for some spaghetti, anyway. And there was absolutely nothing in the TARDIS that would help make spaghetti, except perhaps pasta. He needed other ingredients as well.
He just hoped that he wouldn't burn down the TARDIS while trying his hand at making dinner. He knew it was a hard thing to do, but if anyone could do it, it would be Jack Harkness.
He was pushing his cart through the aisles, looking for the appropriate ingredients. He was likely going to just get a jar of spaghetti sauce, because making the sauce from scratch was more complicated than he could handle at the moment. Something garlicky. He loved garlic, and if he made Ianto eat it, too... he wouldn't have to worry about garlic breath.
"Excuse me," he said to a man in glasses in the same aisle as he. "Do you know where the spaghetti sauce is?" he asked. He looked the man over for a moment, a bit appreciatively. Not too creepily, though. There was a fine line between appreciative and creepy. Jack knew how to stay on the correct side of the line.