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[marredgoldfinch]

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.

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[cofficer]

Ianto had really been keeping too much to himself. When he wasn't going through books in the library or turning ways to contact Jack and Gwen over in his head, he was wandering the available halls on his own or having the occasional conversation with the other passengers.

He missed Jack, of course. Some mornings he'd got up only to remember that he was still on the Crucible, and the thought sat heavily on his heart. Would he even see them again? But he knew he had to stop thinking about that, and to push himself forward, he'd accepted Asher's invitation to go for a drink. Torchwood had devoured his social life, it seemed; he hadn't gone for a social drink in ages that wasn't with his teammates.

So Ianto headed to the bar on level 14 dressed in a black pinstripe suit and waistcoat that contrasted nicely against his dark pink shirt and striped tie of the same colours. Seeing who he assumed to be Asher from what he'd seen from their conversations, Ianto headed that way.

[marredgoldfinch]

When Asher caught sight of Ianto, his heart stopped - figuratively, of course. The man sure knew how to dress his body, and he was a sight to behold in the dark pink shirt and dark suit.

Like a gentleman, Asher got to his feet, crossing over to Ianto with a smile on his face. He offered his hand, because that's what modern men did, yes?

"Ianto. It's a pleasure to meet you in person at last."

[cofficer]

Offering his best polite smile in return, Ianto accepted the hand and shook it firmly. "Likewise, Asher."

This man was a sight, himself, Ianto noticed; much better in person than over the Sphere images. He discreetly looked him over before letting go of his hand.

[marredgoldfinch]

Before their hands parted, Asher made sure to squeeze it firmly, a bright look in his eyes. He made sure to keep his power in check, to prevent himself from accidentally rolling the man.

Gesturing towards the bar, he smiled, practically oozing charm. "Shall we?"

He walked to the bar, all grace and swaying hips. Without even trying, he slid onto his bar stool, licking at the salt on the rim all over again. Signaling the barkeep, he flashed perfect white teeth, fangs carefully hidden behind his upper lip.

"Please give this gentleman whatever he wishes."