RP for goodathart

[itsthecoat]

Jack was standing atop the invisible lift, dressed in his usual long-sleeve shirt and greatcoat, though he more or less had an excuse now; nights tended to get cold in Cardiff, even at this time of year. It was still relatively warm, but the sun was going to be sinking soon, and with it the temperature. He watched the people walking through the

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[goodathart]

At eight o'clock sharp a golden haze appeared among the bustling, boring people and John stepped out of it. They didn't seem to notice too much, or care. He didn't like Cardiff much, true, but he did have to love their willful blindness.

Catching sight of Jack, he headed straights for him, grinning. Dressed in his usual jeans and coat, today his t-shirt was white and pretty much clean.

[itsthecoat]

Jack gave John a customary once-over, more out of habit than anything, shooting him a grin before turning and making his way across the Plaza, expecting him to follow. "Glad to see you're on time; we'll probably make it with just enough time to spare"

[goodathart]

John always, always, always checked Jack out when he saw him, but it made him grin when he saw Jack doing the same.

Quickly he jogged to catch up. "Hello to you too. Where are we going?"

[itsthecoat]

Jack had noticed, how could he not, but he was glad to see John grinning; that was generally a good sign, though you could never tell with him.

He'd reached the street by now, walking through the growing crowd as he made his way to a more commercial part of Cardiff. "You'll see when we get there"

[goodathart]

John's grin was uncontrollable as he looked at Jack between glances around to locate clothing, just in case he needed it sometime in the future. About a thousand things to say were going through his mind, few of which were appropriate or even safe. Valiantly, he refrained.

"Stairs, stairs definitely have my vote now."

[itsthecoat]

Jack couldn't help but laugh, even as he poked around said stairs. He was still missing one sock, along with his undershirt. It was annoying, but not enough to take him out of his good mood.

"Most people are capable of taking a liking to places without sex having to be involved, you know."

[goodathart]

"I suppose I could too, but why? Sex just makes everyplace better." John didn't seem to be missing too much, just a boot. It would be awfully vexing if he couldn't find it, though. Maybe over here...?

[itsthecoat]

Jack managed to find the undershirt and began to dress, pulling on his boxers as well. He was tugging on his dress shirt when it occurred to him to look over the banister. There, about three flights of stairs down, were his sock and John's boot.

"Found your shoe."