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milliways_bar2008-09-19 12:18 pm
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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.
(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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[ooc: Bedtime. Fade this one?]
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