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Ianto was on his way home when the door opened to Milliways.

(It was meant to be an Indian place. He wanted a kebab.)

He sighs, not really in the mood for socializing, but he has never refused an entry to Milliways when it's come and isn't going to start now.

He gets supper from the bar and sits in a booth near the back of the enormous room where he can eat and spread out his work.

He is not hiding. Perish the thought. He'd just rather not be noticed.

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"Well, New Year's. Halloween isn't much of a party in Cardiff."

"No? That's too bad," Lorne says. "Either way, I don't see why we shouldn't have a party here. A big ol' beach party."

"Evan Lorne and Ianto Jones cordially invite you for a day of sunburn and sand," Ianto speculates. "With burgers."

"Exactly!" Lorne says, grinning. "At the Caribbean inlet. Or whatever it's called."

"I think if we say 'Caribbean inlet' everybody who wants to know will know."

"True. And if we put our names on it, they can ask us if they don't."

[ooc: Gotta run to work.]

"Co-hosting a party," Ianto says with a chuckle. "What a way to get over a breakup."

[ooc: Byyyye.]

Lorne shrugs, smiling. "Better than drinking yourself into a stupor and going home with the first available warm body," he says, with the air of someone who's done just that. Possibly more than once.

"I don't know about better," Ianto says mildly.

"Depends on the warm body," Lorne says, equally mildly.

"And throwing a party doesn't preclude that option. It might even help with that."

"I want to bring Jack," Ianto says plaintively. "I want him on the beach. I want to drink fruity drinks with him and count the stars after the sun goes down."

He sighs and eyes his now-cold supper.

"Is there some reason you can't?" Lorne asks. He's never tried to bring someone with him, so he's not sure exactly how the door works in those cases.

"Well." He frowns. "I have a theory. Jack used to come here, but the door doesn't open for him anymore. I think--you know how people can be bound in the bar? I think people can be bound out, too. And I think Jack has been bound out."

"Have you ever asked him about it?"

Ianto shakes his head. "I didn't know until he used to come here until I'd been coming here a while myself and now I don't know how to tell him."

"How about, 'So there's this bar I like to go to, and I just found out that you used to go there too. Why don't you anymore?'"

Ask Lorne why he's never talked to Sheppard about it, even though his name's on the tab board too. Go on, ask him.

"But what if the Bar won't let him back in? Or whoever's in charge--who apparently is called the Landlord, but I didn't learn anything more."

"Then Jack says that he can't get back, and then you'll know. And on the off chance that's not the case, he gets to come to the beach party, and you can drink fruity drinks with him and count the stars."

"What if it makes him sad?" Ianto says seriously. It's a genuine concern for him.

"Then you do something else to make him happy. Something to make up for it."

Ianto smiles to himself. "I'm sure I can think of something, then."

"All right, then," Lorne says. "That's settled. You're bringing your Jack, and I'm bringing my Jack."

"So when should we do this thing?"

"Soon," Lorne says. "Next weekend?"

Making sure he's in the bar then might be difficult...

"I could stick around until then."

Ianto shakes his head. "I can't promise anything that soon. Sometimes days pass before I come back in here."