Ianto Jones (coffeeofthegods) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-01 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | abby sciuto, ianto jones |
Who: Ianto and Abby
Where: The Ice Room
When: Evening
What: Ianto's blowing off steam and trying not to become a workaholic Recluse
Status: In progress, PG rating
Ianto walked down the halls, sipping his coffee. He'd finally earned enough to buy his coffee machine, and had just received it in the mail. Now he relished the old taste, sighing happily as the warmth reinvigorated him. He was, for once, out of his suit and tie and wearing instead some borrowed clothes that followed the older borderline alternative rock attire he used to don before Torchwood. More enjoyable clothes just outside of mainstream to keep himself from being mistaken as a prep.
Making his way to the Ice Room he paused, then went in. He didn't see Jack working, but that wasn't so surprising. Not even an immortal could work and play nonstop. Ianto threw out his coffee and then went to the bar, ordering a beer and then going around the dance area of the floor, looking through the crowd. Perhaps it was all the time he'd spent alone or with Jack lately, but for now he was itching to get out on his own and do something. Anything, really, and dancing was just as social and anonymous as anything else.