OOM: Ianto's room

[likesthecoat]

Ianto's room is just like any number of midlevel hotel rooms in any number of hotels around the world: double bed, desk, chair, mirror, bureau.

He guides John carefully to the bed. "Let's get you lying down--there we go--"

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[bloody_awful]

John stumbles to the bed and sits down on the edge, then flops backward, his feet still on the floor. "Grrrrrnnnn," he groans.

It's possible the room is still moving even after he's stopped.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto lifts John's legs onto the bed and sets about taking off his shoes. "What did you drink? Do you remember?"

[bloody_awful]

John tries to snort but it comes out sounding more like a belch. "'Course I do. The old Bushmills." He thinks very, very carefully. "Not so many, either. Eight? Ten? 'M no piker. 'E's a piker."

[likesthecoat]

"Ten," Ianto murmurs. "Blimey." He starts rubbing the sold of John's foot with his thumb in a slow massage. "and here I thought it was absinthe or that Atlantean stuff."