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~~Mun is bored so~~ John is seated at the bar in his usual place, with his usual pint and ashtray. He enjoyed the Bistort stout he had at yesterday's Happy Hour, but a bloke can't just throw away a lifelong fidelity to Guinness just because he dallied with another pretty pint, now can he?

He's idly smoking a cigarette and looking out the Observation Window. Muse and ponder, John. Muse and ponder...

[OOC: open as usual until it falls off the page ~~and breaks its neck~~]

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"Quite the view, esn't et?"

Wilbur smiles down at John.

"Dun't think I've met yew befer."

John looks up... and up...

He shifts his chair back slightly. "Yes, it is," he says warily. "And no, you haven't."

"Wal, my name es Wilbur Whateley."

He holds out a hand.

Something pokes out from under the hem of his coat. It retracts before John can get a good look, though.

Upon hearing Wilbur's name, John rolls his eyes and mutters, "Bloody hell" under his breath.

Out loud, he says, "I'm John." He does not shake Wilbur's hand.

Wilbur sighs. "I take et yew've heard o' me?"

A tentacle peers out. This one seems interested in John--it reaches out to John and pokes him.

The tentacle that reaches out to poke John meets the burning tip of a cigarette. Seriously.

"Yeah, I've heard of you. Keep your fucking tentacles to yourself or lose them."

Another tentacle. This one opens a rather nasty fanged mouth as warning. Then both tentacles disappear into the coat.

"Not very friendly, are yew?" Wilbur's smile turns bitter. "I haven't done naw harm, yew know."

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A rather polite sort of headcrab hops his way onto a stool and finally onto the counter not far away.

"Mreeeeee. Cr."

Apparently Bar understood, as watermelon appears a moment later. What the little thing does to the watermelon will not be described here, however, as the typist would rather not destroy the desire to eat for the foreseeable future within readers.

John gives the ... thing a dubious glance. Is today creepy-crawly-creature day or something?

"Mrrrr?"*

There's a moment's pause from the watermelon. And while what he's saying isn't really translated by the bar, the tone is pretty obvious.

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*"Something against watermelon, my good twoleggedmanthing?"

John holds up a placating hand. "No offense, squire. Don't mind me."

"Mrr."*

And back to the watermelon it goes.

...what was it about this place that attracted reasonable twoleggedthingerhumans?

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*"None taken. Enjoy your own and best to you."

There's a young(ish) woman sitting just down the bar from him. She orders a tea and turns to contemplate the window as well.

John nods to her. "Quite the sight, innit?"

"It is very...impressive," she says, not quite sure that's the word she's looking for. It's close enough for the moment though.

"One word for it, yeah," John nods. "You new here, or just moody?" He's wearing a little smile as he says that.

She offers a small smile of her own in return. "I suppose I am feeling rather...contemplative today," she says. "I would not consider myself new."

She sips her tea and says, "And you? New or moody?"

John smiles. "Oh, moody indeed. I've been here quite the while. Name's John."

"Teyla Emmagan," she offers, smiling as well.

"Is there...any particular reason you are feeling moody?"

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Ianto places his hands on John's shoulders as he says, "Sometimes I have the strongest urge to jump on your lap, but I suspect you'd lose all respect for me if I did."

"Great strapping lad like you jumping on my gut? I suspect I'd lose my lunch," grins John. He pulls Ianto down for a kiss, and then says, "How about just pulling up a seat next to me?"

"Not your gut, your knee," Ianto says and gets onto a stool, staying close so there can be touching.

"I'd still feel like Father Christmas. And what would you like in your stocking, sonny boy?" John says with a happy leer.

"More condoms," Ianto replies with a similar look.

John looks him up and down. "Well, I suppose you have been a good boy..." he smirks. "But I don't think we'll wait that long before you get your wish."