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[firstcptjack]

There's a Jack Harkness at the bar, having a scotch

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[the_antiangst]

How is he for table percussion?
Angel's got a pair of chopsticks to suit the purpose, not to mention on account of an old bar-related joke. And it's near enough to Christmas that the Santa-drag getup is out.

[firstcptjack]

It don't got that swing . . .

Still Jack smiles at the percussionist. He can appreciate the music, at least.

[the_antiangst]

Yes, well. Given some of the bar's previous musical numbers, the lack of that swing may be a good thing.
It takes Angel a bit to realize he's acquired an audience; when he does, he pauses long enough to return the smile. "Sorry. Wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

[firstcptjack]

"Only an unproductive train of thought," Jack says. "What are you playing?"

[markedcard]

"That looks good."

Merlin eyes the stranger's drink, having just arrived at the bar, and turns to order one of his own from a passing waitrat.

[firstcptjack]

"It is. It's bracing." He holds up the glass, admiring the color.

[markedcard]

"Quite." He holds up his own glass after a minute. "Amber, I think, is one of the most beautiful hues in the world."

[firstcptjack]

"Are you an artist?" Jack asks--he's not sure what other type of person would notice.

[get_help_boy]

A little boy, probably somewhere around eleven, settles at the bar next to him.

"Can I have a class of milk and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Um, with the crust cut off, ma'am."

[firstcptjack]

Jack smiles to himself--it's good to know some things never change.

"That sounds like a good idea--I think I'd like one myself."

Even if scotch really doesn't go with peanut butter.

[get_help_boy]

He turns to see who'd spoken to him and his eyes go wide.

"Sir!" Is all he can get out.

He's not the kind of kid to worship military men, but his mother had taught him to be polite and he did feel grateful to all the men who'd fought in the Zombie Wars to make his home safe from the ravening hordes.

[firstcptjack]

"Yes, son?" He smiles at the boy.