Ianto Jones, pan-dimensional bar of your choice
Ianto is slowly getting used to the notion that the Rift--he assumes it's the Rift, he doesn't know what else it could be--likes to pluck him out of a normal workday and deposit him here.
The lager is good, the sandwiches are fresh and there's no Weevils to worry about.
Could be much worse.
The lager is good, the sandwiches are fresh and there's no Weevils to worry about.
Could be much worse.