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[guns_and_coffee]

Who: Ianto and Quinn
What: Doing business
When: Tuesday morning
Where: back room of a demon bar

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[wait_for_dawn]

As ever, when Quinn let his mind wander, his pen wandered, too.

The sketch before him was simple, the details muted. The desert, as always, with just a hint of water, in the upper left corner --

Absently, he rubbed his chest, over the scar.

At Ianto's entrance, he exhaled, leaning back in his chair. "You already have," said Quinn. "And who are you?"

[guns_and_coffee]

Ianto did not appear phased by the attitude. "Ianto Jones. I hear you can obtain things, if the price is right." There was no point in beating around the bush. He was here to do business.

[wait_for_dawn]

Quinn nodded, towards a chair, and picked up his glass of wine. "What're you looking for?"

[guns_and_coffee]

The unimportant thing first. "Coffee. And before you tell me it's already available here, please known that I am not and never will be fooled by a pot of tar. I want real coffee."

[wait_for_dawn]

A man with taste. Quinn could deal with that.

"What we have here is grown in more sour soil," he said, completely matter-of-factly, "out of the natural climate for it, and in the wrong temperatures. What you want is grown in human territory, and that means crossing battle lines. Which means extra cost." Quinn wasn't coy about it at all - just straightforward.