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[bloody_awful]

Oi oi oi! Wot's all this then? It's a bloke walking into a bar, that's what. He's in shirtsleeves with sweatstains under his armpits, his tie pulled down, his sleeves rolled up, and his trenchcoat carried over one arm

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[likesthecoat]

"Bar, get the man a Guinness and Bushmills," Ianto says from behind him.

[ooc: If this is a v.v. bad idea Ianto will leave.]

[bloody_awful]

[ooc: This is a wonderful idea! Mun has missed you... and I think John has missed Ianto too.]

At the sound of the voice (those vowels!), John turns around slowly. A hint of a smile quickly turns into a cheeky grin. " 'Ow's it been, then?" he asks, as if they'd just seen each other yesterday.

Some people are just so fuckin' blasé...

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: *hugs* I've missed you too, and Ianto misses John.]

"Very well, thank you." Ianto slides onto the stool beside him and puts his coffee cup on the bar for a refill.

"I see you've been traveling."

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"Bloody Mumbai," he grumbles under his grin. "More trouble than it's worth. Cowshit everywhere." He takes a long drink from the pint of Guinness and sighs happily, like a dying man given water. Thoroughly refreshed, he gives Ianto a genuine smile and says, "You're looking good."

[likesthecoat]

"Thank you." He leans his chin on his hand. "So are you.

"I went to Nepal a few months ago. Not quite as picaresque as Mumbai, I suspect, but the native were friendly."

[bloody_awful]

John snorts. "Mountains, snow, butter in the tea, and yetis. No, thanks." He spreads his arms wide and shows off. "Ain't I a beauty, though? I need some silver bangles and a nose ring."

...which appear on the bar. John frowns at them. "Someone's in a jolly mood, I see."

[likesthecoat]

"Alas, we didn't find a yeti."

Ianto smirks and pats the Bar. "And henna. You could use some henna on your hands."

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A pause... during which John eyes him speculatively.

...

"You gonna put it there, then?"

[likesthecoat]

"If you like," Ianto says mildly. "I don't know how to do a mandala but I could do a Celtic knot or something like that without much trouble."

[bloody_awful]

John nods. "How's Jack doing?" he asks bluntly.

Let's riiiiiiiiiiiip that plaster off, shall we? ;)

[likesthecoat]

"Bar, could I have a jar of henna and a small paintbrush, please," Ianto says.

Totally not stalling. Not even when he takes a little longer than is probably necessary to work off the stopper from the henna jar, and the smell gets a nose-wrinkle.

"He's well."

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John takes a sip (a sip!) of the whiskey and looks at Ianto over the glass. "Sounds like domestic bliss."

He gently places his hand on the bar, palm up.

[likesthecoat]

"It's very good."

He asks Bar for a blunt pencil and carefully starts to outline a knot on John's palm.

"This symbolizes strength. Not that I think you need any extra--" He glances up with smile. "But it never hurts."

[bloody_awful]

"Cheers to that."

He watches Ianto draw on his hand. Awkward silence, much?

[likesthecoat]

"Not at all."

Ianto draws carefully.

"I'm a bartender here now," he says to fill the silence.

[ooc: The knot I'm thinking of looks like this, btw.]

[bloody_awful]

"But you're not Bound or ... anything, so you can't need the credit," says John. "Don't you fetch drinks and that cack back home? Don't you get tired of being at everyone's beck and call?"

He watches the pattern grow on his palm, not looking at Ianto at all. Occasionally, as Ianto draws, his wrist brushes against John's hand. John's not sure whether he quite likes the feeling, but it's not one he'd pass up.