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Who: Ianto and Shego, Tagging Anakin [Open]
What: Clubbing
Where: L5P
Ianto sat at the bar, nursing a drink.
He didn't really know why he was here. He just need to be somewhere he didn't have to fucking think so much.
It would have been easier if Jack wasn't here at all, rather than having to see him, talk to him, knowing that he had never been his. Ianto had lost so much in the recent months, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he started to crack.
A few young girls were gathered down the bar from him, obviously tipsy and probably underage as well. Ianto rolled his eyes, trying to ignore their blatant giggling over him. After a while, one of them stumbled over to him. "Hey cutie wanna dance?" Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen it coming.
"No, no thanks." He smiled. "Not in to mood for dancing just now, thank you." Thankfully she accepted the rejection and pouted back to her friends. He could hear them squealing over 'the most adorable accent, oh my god!'
Maybe coming here had been a mistake. The pounding music was giving him a headache, and it seemed the only things he would find here were the possibility of a bit of a comfort shag and perhaps some mind-altering substances. Both welcome distractions, but he wasn't really in the mood to deal with the consequences that would be sure to follow.
He stood up, with the intent to vacate the noisy club.
What: Clubbing
Where: L5P
Ianto sat at the bar, nursing a drink.
He didn't really know why he was here. He just need to be somewhere he didn't have to fucking think so much.
It would have been easier if Jack wasn't here at all, rather than having to see him, talk to him, knowing that he had never been his. Ianto had lost so much in the recent months, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he started to crack.
A few young girls were gathered down the bar from him, obviously tipsy and probably underage as well. Ianto rolled his eyes, trying to ignore their blatant giggling over him. After a while, one of them stumbled over to him. "Hey cutie wanna dance?" Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen it coming.
"No, no thanks." He smiled. "Not in to mood for dancing just now, thank you." Thankfully she accepted the rejection and pouted back to her friends. He could hear them squealing over 'the most adorable accent, oh my god!'
Maybe coming here had been a mistake. The pounding music was giving him a headache, and it seemed the only things he would find here were the possibility of a bit of a comfort shag and perhaps some mind-altering substances. Both welcome distractions, but he wasn't really in the mood to deal with the consequences that would be sure to follow.
He stood up, with the intent to vacate the noisy club.