for cptjohnhart Drown my sorrows...

[impossibleflirt]

After what happened, after everything he lost, Jack had to leave. He couldn’t bear to look Gwen in the face anymore, he couldn’t bare to see a place that Ianto once was, and most of all, he couldn’t face what he had to do to Steven

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[cptjohnhart]

"If I remember correctly, that was my catch phrase, Jack. Except, I meant bottles though." A hand snaked over Jacks neck, and a familiar voice sounded.

The man with the blue eyes and red jacked dropped down in the seat beside him, eyes and mouth smirking. "Guess universe is pretty small then, as I am running into you hear." He had heard about the incident on earth. Actually, he had been on earth then, and he had bailed out pretty fast. But that did not matter. He was here, with Jack. And to John, that was all that mattered. John knew he would always found Jack, if he wanted to.

[impossibleflirt]

Jack closed his eyes as he heard the familiar voice. At first, he thought it was just in his head, but then he felt his touch. It was real; John was here. Jack turned to face John, it felt better then he would've thought it would to see someone he knew. He was trying to run away from everyone and everything, yet right now, he needed that familiar face.

Jack laughed a little, "guess so." The odds were rather slim that they'd actually run into each other. "Thought I'd never see you again." Jack continued to smile as he took another sip of his drink. "We can do bottles."

[cptjohnhart]

Oh Jack, you should know that where there is Alcohol and murder, you'll always find me. Usually mixed with some sex as well" He looked over at him, motioning for the bartender to give them bottles. He popped of the lid and downed close to half the bottle.

"So, what you doing here for? Bikini cops not agreeing with you anymore?" He smirked. "No matter. I'll always find you if I want you, you know that,"

[impossibleflirt]

Jack tries to laugh a little, "of course, haven't changed much, I see." Jack grabs one of the bottles and does the same. The more he drank, the more numb he became. Of course then the question came, the question he didn't want to answer to anyone he knew.

"Just felt like getting out a little," Jack took another drink from the bottle. "Does it really matter why I'm here?" Sure, Jack knew John, knew him well, but this wasn't something he was ready to talk about.

"Yea, you always were good at that." Jack starts to smile again, "guess I can never get away from you."