[ get some cash out, we're gonna tear up the town | open ]
It feels like it's been next to forever since he managed to get to the Nexus and into the club where the one Ianto Jones he actually likes works. By the time he gets around to it this time, Jackson is peeved to discover that it's really fucking cold in the Cardiff side of the Nexus, complete with a slushy mixture of ice and snow piled up along the sidewalks and roads. Though he's dressed for cold, because it's cold on Europa and Europa is where he largely is these days, he was kind of hoping to get away from ice, even if Cardiff couldn't be a frigid −160° on an extremely bad day.
Once inside the Hub, he glances around at the crowd and then down at his PIN, noting the relative time and date. It's Saturday, but not too late to make it a wasted trip, and there's thankfully no karaoke. Instead of looking around for Ianto, despite wanting to bother him for never calling anymore, Jackson heads for the bar and eventually fights his way to a seat. Since the last time he was here, he's had an eighteenth birthday and actually gotten a pretty legitimate (for the Nexus, at least) ident card. Add that to a wallet of anachronistic money and you have a very, very winning combination!