Who: Robert Hogan, Jack Harkness, npc customers/staff, anyone else we decide What: Hogan returns, discussions, drinks When: Backdated to three days before Christmas 2012. Where: The Allies Lounge
The place hadn't changed, and that was good. If it had then his staff would have had some very serious questions to answer, especially Maddie whom he had left in charge. Returning home - back to the Allies Lounge, because if he was honest with himself, this really was home at least in his head, was always a great feeling. He's always thought so. Returning from the war, returning from Officer's Training, college, hell even summer camp back in the day. But this particular return was bitter sweet.
He'd been gone a few weeks, having officially taken time off from Torchwood - even though he'd really just started - to go back. Go home. Go to the states. He had a reason, a good one. The databases that he'd been searching just weren't cutting it. All this modern technology and he couldn't even find a handful of men. It was rediculous! So he'd taken time to head home, head to DC, to look into it himself, in person. Complete with his new identity papers, sorry, driver's license from Cardiff, he had set out to try and identify where his men were, if they were alive... whatever he could find.
Robert sat at the bar, a drink in his hand. What he'd found was both comforting and terrifying. Touching and heartwrenching. And he knew now, for a fact, that there was no going back. Ever.
He'd taken the time to send Jack a text message, letting him know that he was back and would be in soon, but there were preparations to be made. After all, whether they knew it or not, he'd returned becuase it was almost Christmas. And he was spending it with his new coworkers, his new family... He was throwing a party. His old family was... scattered to the wind was a good way of putting it. Robert downed the drink, shooting the female bartender a winning smile and reached behind the bar to get the bottle. After all, it was his bottle, right?