milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.

[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: ~~Work-relate slowtime in effect.~~]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sam would never be bad-mannered!

Honest.

This is why he's totally not peering over Ianto's shoulder.

"Boo."

Ianto reaches back and pats his cheek. "Hullo, Sam."

Sam grins. "Hey, birthday boy."

One hand snakes around Ianto's side from behind to present him with a cupcake with a candle on.

"Shopping's a little tricky in here. But I can usually manage to be creative."

"Aw, thank you, Sam," Ianto says and takes the cupcake. "Should I make a wish?"

"If you want." He laughs.

"But I'm no fairy godmother, so I can't guarantee it'll come true."

"I think fairies don't actually come in 'godmother'," Ianto remarks. He closes his eyes a moment, makes a wish, and then blows the candle out.

"Would you like half?"

"You've never seen Cinderella, have you?" Grin.

"Thanks, but that thing's dinky enough that I think I'll leave you to it."

"Next you'll be telling me I'm too thin." He bites into the cupcake anyway.

"The only fairies I know of," he says once he's chewed and swallowed, "are large, green and ill-tempered. They'll look after their chosen ones but God help anyone else who gets in their way. Not exactly the types to grant wishes or look like kindly grans."

"Nah. You look just fine to me."

Sam shakes his head. "Not quite the same as my world, then. Quite a few are my siblings, for starters."

Beat.

"They're none of them as pretty as me, though."

:D?

Ianto smiles at him. "No one's as pretty as you," he assures him, and he's mostly telling the truth.

"I'll blush," he warns, and kisses the side of Ianto's neck.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you," Ianto says and puts his hand on Sam's cheek.

"Sam? Things have got a bit . . . less simple, lately. For me."

Headtilt.

"Oh?"

His sudden slight unease is carefully hidden.

"There's this bloke," he says, and it occurs to him he's going to have this conversation a few times in the next few visits, "and we're kind of . . . well, I'm disinclined to have casual sex for a while."

"Oh." Lightly. "Okay."

Beat. "That reminds me, you could probably do with the warning... There's a Jack Harkness doppelgänger called Cal in the bar."

Ianto winces. "Really? That could make things interesting."

"Yeah. Exact same looks and voice, but totally different mannerisms - he's a career politician, or rather was. Nice kid, but it really threw me off."

"I imagine it would."

"Yeah."

He shrugs, and runs a hand through his hair.

"It was... I don't know. Not Jack."

Ianto rubs his shoulder to comfort him. "I'm sure the Bar will let him back in eventually."

Sam shrugs. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Beat.

"So, what else did you get?"

"Another cupcake," Ianto says cheerfully. "And boxer shorts. Silk ones."

Sam tuts. "Apparently I'm not really that imaginative. Still, it was on ten seconds' notice, so what can you do?"

Apparently he's not going to get to see the boxers. Ah well.

Nope, they are Eyes Only.

"I love cupcakes," Ianto assures him. "One was nice, two was splendid."

Hmph. Boring.

"Flatterer." Sam sticks his tongue out.