"Oh, so if it's not the British empire, screw it all to hell," John teased with a glint in his eyes, something familiar and even friendly. Like the good old days maybe. They used to drink to celebrate a successful mission, but somehow he doubted it'd end the same nowadays, but who knew. There was always potential for someone to carry someone else home, for one or both of them to get into a barfight, or to end up in jail if they even bothered with those things here anymore.
There was so much nostalgia when it came to tossing a couple back with his old partner. When Jack followed with asking about the time between visits, John felt compelled to answer truthfully, in the spirit of their little rendezvous there.
"You're expecting honestly now? I thought I was the Devil himself these days, burying you and destroying everything. But... if I'm being honest, Goddess knows why, it's been... three weeks, galactic standard? That I remember, anyway. Might've lost a day or three on Eden 3- pleasure planet, you an' I ought to go someday when you've tired of all of... this."
John gestured around with a shot with his last word and tossed it back, swallowing easily.
"I didn't come looking for you. I was jumped on my way to the station at Betelgeuse by a Judoon bounty squad. They were after me for some bad business a while back- not my fault by the way, but they didn't see it that way. The point being, thought it'd be better than execution. Not sure if I was right yet. Company could make a big difference."
The Agent smiled and gave Jack his most scandalous and tempting look, brows lifting briefly, then took his other shot. On some planets flirting with the infamous 'Jack Harkness' was practically a national pastime. Why not get his in now?