happy hour
Ianto finds being in the bar today to be a pleasant surprise. It's a Sunday, the Rift is quiet, and he's got his diary under his arm. A quiet place to write and think about this is just what he was hoping for.
Once he sits at the bar, though, a familiar napkin pops up, and he can't say no.
He puts his jacket and diary away in a safe place and writes:
Today's Specials
COFFEE
any way you like it
(within reason)
[tiny decaffeinated tags: Cal Chandler, Mia Ausa]
Once he sits at the bar, though, a familiar napkin pops up, and he can't say no.
He puts his jacket and diary away in a safe place and writes:
Today's Specials
COFFEE
any way you like it
(within reason)
[tiny decaffeinated tags: Cal Chandler, Mia Ausa]