Who: Ianto Jones, Will Schuester What: Meeting and Greeting. When: Around 7pm Where: The Ice Room Rating: TBD
Ianto walked into the Ice Room, trying to convince himself it was because it was just a nice place to be, or that it was because he was rather concerned about returning to his room (he'd been sneaking in and out, but from what he'd seen it would going to be very, very rough living there), but in reality it was because he was hoping to run into Jack again. He didn't know why, except that the other night had been good, and he enjoyed the better version of familiarity this younger Jack offered. He didn't see anybody, though, so Ianto sat down at a table near the entertainment and out of sight of the bar and ordered a beer. He wasn't going to go for a hyper vodka again for a while, and never on his own.
He glanced around, then leaned back in his seat and sighed. The giftshop was stressful, but normal stress. The good kind, that let him organize and reexamine books and charts without being interrupted too often. His employee wasn't overly sociable and the gun on her leg freaked him out a bit, but he kept himself polite and she seemed too bored to torment him. That was something to be grateful for.
Looking over towards the entertainment area he wondered what all the acts were and if he'd enjoy them or have to move. He wasn't really for much live entertainment, but he'd try almost anything once.