[in progress]
Characters: Asher [Original], Ianto Jones [Original]
Place: A bar on level 14
Time: Right after this
Summary: Ianto needs to get out more, and Asher likes Welsh boys.
Warnings: Shameless flirting.
Asher was sitting at the bar, golden hair tied back in a thick braid down his back except for a hunk that hung over the right side of his face, effectively hiding the scars that laid underneath. In his hand was a strawberry margarita, rim laced with salt. He was clearly waiting for someone in the dimly lit bar, husky-blue eyes constantly watching, scanning the room.
Dressed in tight black jeans and a crimson button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone as well. He looked flawless, to say the least. And it wasn't a mistake, either. He was hoping to catch the attention of a certain Welsh man.
Sipping on his drink, Asher smiled to himself. Even if he kept his secret tonight, it would still be nice to have company.
Place: A bar on level 14
Time: Right after this
Summary: Ianto needs to get out more, and Asher likes Welsh boys.
Warnings: Shameless flirting.
Asher was sitting at the bar, golden hair tied back in a thick braid down his back except for a hunk that hung over the right side of his face, effectively hiding the scars that laid underneath. In his hand was a strawberry margarita, rim laced with salt. He was clearly waiting for someone in the dimly lit bar, husky-blue eyes constantly watching, scanning the room.
Dressed in tight black jeans and a crimson button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone as well. He looked flawless, to say the least. And it wasn't a mistake, either. He was hoping to catch the attention of a certain Welsh man.
Sipping on his drink, Asher smiled to himself. Even if he kept his secret tonight, it would still be nice to have company.