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[bloody_awful]

It's amazing how some things never change. Somehow, 20-year-old John has adopted the same exact bar stool as his 57-year-old future self. It's not difficult to explain; it's on the short end of the Bar, the return around the corner of the long front, so he has his back to the wall and a full view of the entire premises

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[likesthecoat]

Maybe it's the Guinness. Maybe it's the cigarettes. Maybe there's no reason at all for Ianto Jones to sit on the familiar stool and give the young man a friendly nod as he takes off his coat.

"Coffee, please, Bar?"

His gaze falls on the ashtray and he blinks. It takes a lot to unsettle Ianto. This doesn't quite do it--but it comes close.

[ooc: I can't resist, but if this is a bad idea feel free to tell him to skedaddle.]

[bloody_awful]

[ooc: OMG THIS IS WONDERFUL!]

John takes a long look up and down this piece of posh totty that's sat next to him so casually. Noticing the blink at the ashtray, he shakes one cigarette out of the packet and offers it with an affable smile.

"Fancy one?"

He's talking about the smoke. Really.

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: :D!]

"Love one," says Ianto, taking it, and tries to study the boy's face without being too obvious about it.

[bloody_awful]

John starts to strike a match on the Bar -- but then thinks better of it and strikes it on his boot sole instead. He offers it to Ianto, cupping it with his hand to let it light Ianto's cigarette. "Lovely night for it, innit?"

Small talk. Merely small talk.

[childofathos]

Teyla at least knows enough to already be aware that John is capable of reading, though she's not at all familiar with the subject of his texts. Generally when someone she knows has that many books around them, they don't wish to be disturbed, but she's curious how he's handling being Bound.

"Am I disturbing you?" she asks, not exactly looking over his shoulder.

[bloody_awful]

"Course not, lovely!" He turns to her with a smile. "About time I knocked off for the day." He sweeps the books to one side and clears a space for her.

[childofathos]

She smiles and slides onto the stool next to his, asking Bar for tea, which comes in a large, heavy, steaming mug.

"Are you working on something important?"

[bloody_awful]

John shrugs. "Depends what you call important. There's a library here, did you know that? I've got to grab what I can out of it while I'm here." He stops himself on the verge of actually starting to sound enthusiastic (the horror!), and takes a drag on his cigarette. "Tho nothing's as important as talking to you, lovely."

Ah, that's more like it.

[killitwith_fire]

Well, hey. Look who we have here.

"So, y'still Bound?" Axel asks, as he approaches the bar.

[bloody_awful]

John looks over at him and grins. "Too right, mate." He shoves his books aside and closes his notebook. "C'mon and ease me lonely old soul sharin' a pint."

[killitwith_fire]

"Sure, why not?" he replies, slouching into a stool. Axel has pretty bad posture, sometimes. He doesn't hide the glance he gives the books; just a quick look, to see if he recognises anything.

[bloody_awful]

John notices. "There's a library upstairs, mate." He jerks his head to indicate the stairs going up. "You wouldn't believe some of the shite they have on those shelves. I'd swear some of it inn't supposed to exist."

[a1enzo]

The teen a few seats away might draw John's attention. If not due to his appearance, then because he's playing the guitar (electric, but unamplified) and trying to sing along. He's a decent low tenor, but the song is very new to him, so progress is halting.

In his ongoing quest for interesting human music, Enzo has come across some selections by The Clash.

[bloody_awful]

There are a lot of weird people in this bar, but yeah, Enzo's certainly one of the more interesting ones. John's been glancing over occasionally at the strange boy -- is he a ghost? He doesn't seem like a ghost; John has seen ghosts before.

As for the music, well, the Clash's first album won't be released for another year in John's timeline, but fortunately John just happened to see them in their first gig, opening for the Sex Pistols at the Black Swan. So if Enzo is trying to thrash through "White Riot", John'll recognize it.

[a1enzo]

Why not?

"An' everybody's doing / Just what they're told to / An' nobody wants / To go to jail..."

He's trying to play it as fast as indicated. This is perhaps part of the problem.

[bloody_awful]

It is true that the first rule of punk rock is "ANYONE CAN DO IT," but some things are above and beyond the call. John winces at the sounds coming out of Enzo's guitar. "Oi, you little twat!" he growls and grabs the guitar. "If you can't play two fuckin' chords don't take your misery out on us!"

[bloody_awful]

John notices him, all right. "Oi! You! Abby!" he calls out. He holds up one of the books from the pile on the Bar. "You been holding out on me!" He may sound a bit put out, but he's smiling.

It's the Senji Ryakketsu.

[bloody_awful]

John brings the book over to Seimei's table, swings a chair around and straddles it backward. "I've always thought that divination is shite, really," he says, flipping a few pages. "If the future is sealed, why do anything but lie down and die? I'll make my own way, thanks. Or are you one of those appointment in Samara types?"