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[likesthecoat]

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.]

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"Why don't you bloody well make up his mind for him," John snaps, then winces. "Sorry. Sorry.

"Look, sunshine," he continues in a more ... civilized manner. "You and me, good times all around, right? No promises and no regrets. Besides, not as if the bloke ever came around here."

[likesthecoat]

"He used to," Ianto says evenly. "You might even know him. Jack Harkness."

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

At the name, John explodes into laughter. "Jack Harkness? Not the one who used to work the brothel! Oh, sunshine, you're going about it the wrong way."

[likesthecoat]

"The . . . brothel.

"Oh, dear god." He buries his face in his hands a moment.

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John raises an eyebrow in surprise and suddenly the smile is very, very cruel. "You didn't know? S'trewth, I've had him a few times meself. Highly recommended. Make him do that sword-swallower thing he does with his throat. Worth every penny."




[ooc: Mun is very sorry for John being a shit, and pets you and loves you and gives you chocolate.]

[likesthecoat]

"No, I didn't know," Ianto says, raising his head. "Though I suppose nothing should surprise me anymore."

He takes a deep breath, folding his hands together. "Jack is my boss and my friend and I respect him no matter what he's done in the past. Don't give me crap about it, John."


[ooc: *pets and loves back* *is keeping the chocolate, though*]

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"Crap? Who's giving crap?" John says. "Just sharing information, me. Next you see him, give him my ... love."

He leans back in his chair, takes out a cigarette and lights it with considerable flair. "So, ready for dessert? Or should we just skip it and go right upstairs?"

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Ianto doesn't say anything as he deliberately wipes his mouth with his napkin.

"Let's go upstairs. There's no reason to put off the sex any longer."

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"No. No reason at all."

... again, if you didn't know John you wouldn't notice it, but there's something about his voice and the way he stands up and pushes his chair back ... as if he wished otherwise.

As if he'd almost dared to wish for more, once.

Life's a bitch, innit?

[likesthecoat]

Ianto would never presume to think he knows Constantine . . . but his expression is troubled and he doesn't move right away.

"Right." He pushes himself up and tucks the box under his arm.

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: No problem. That'll be about when I'm headed home so I may not get back right away.]