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."

[bloody_awful]

"I know!" John says, rather a bit too loudly. "'E's a fuckin' lightweight."

Then, gods help us all, he starts to sing:

"Bugger off, you bastards bugger off!
Bugger off, you bloody bastards bugger off!"

[likesthecoat]

Ianto laughs and doesn't stop him, still holding his foot.

[bloody_awful]

"...Like a herd of sodding pigs who refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening, so bugger off!"

John leans up on his elbows and says, "Tha's the thing with heroes. They don't think." John points to his forehead, where the thinking happens.

Then he looks kind of green and lies down again.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto makes a sympathetic sound. "Will water help or make it worse?"

[bloody_awful]

John opens his eyes, closes them, opens them again. Wide.

With utter urgency, he says one word: "Bucket."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto scrambles to the loo and comes back with the ice bucket, which he holds next to John's face.

Better out than in.

[bloody_awful]

Without further ado, John rolls over, hangs his head over the side into the bed, and

*eaguhhhhhchchchch*

up it all comes. Fortunately, his aim is true.

He grabs the bucket from Ianto and retches into it once or twice more, until it's just dry reflex. Then he puts the bucket on the floor and flops over on his back, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Holy shit."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto winces and looks away while John's hurling, and takes the bucket away when he lies back.

He comes back with a glass of water and a cleaned bucket. "How about a rinse and spit," he says and touches John's hair.

[bloody_awful]

John nods and coughs. Rinses and spits, rinses and spits. Looks up beseechingly and asks, "Don't suppose there's a chance of a cuppa tea?"

[likesthecoat]

"I don't have tea in my pockets," Ianto says, "but I'll go down and fetch you some."

Back the bucket goes into the loo, and Ianto says, "I'll be right back," before leaving the room.

[bloody_awful]

John nods and rolls over.

The moment Ianto leaves the room, he's out cold, snoring like a buffalo.

[likesthecoat]

When Ianto comes back, he sighs a little at the sight--and sound--of sleeping Constantine. He rolls him onto his back and watches him for a moment.

He lies on the bed, propped against the headboard, and slowly drinks the tea.