if i had the chance i'd ask to world to dance (open)

[likeaparfet]

Who: Tonks (Template) and Ianto Jones (Original)
Where: The park.
When: Midnight.
Open: Not anymore.
Why: Tonks has tried to be good but she can't handle it anymore. Ianto Jones shows up. They drink a lot of firewhiskey and just chill and chat in the woods.

Comments

[damnfinecoffee]

For once, Ianto is wearing casual clothes. At first he can't find Tonks, but once he's entered a wooded area her location becomes fairly apparent.

He stands watching her for a few moments, but she won't notice him like this. He's had a lot of practice at standing without being noticed. He checks his watch. It's midnight. The time they'd agreed.

He steps out, still a quiet presence, but he's in sight now.

[likeaparfet]

Ianto goes without notice for a bit. She could never explain why she likes to do this. It is beyond words. Perhaps it is part of her nature, just like being a witch is.

The music changes and her rhythm changes with the beat. She finally notices Ianto but she doesn't say anything. Instead she just pulls him into the circle expecting him to dance.

It is fortunate that for Ianto that Tonks has decided not dance in a circle of stones. She might not let him escape then.

[damnfinecoffee]

Ianto's used to not being noticed, and he waits patiently till she finally sees him.

He's caught off guard when she pulls him into the circle. She'd said drinks and dancing, but he'd expected it to be in that order. It would be easier if it was.

Ianto hasn't danced since he was in London. Since before the fall of Torchwood One. He doesn't really want to remember the last time he danced. Now isn't the time for it. He still does though; it's not something he can help.

[likeaparfet]

Tonks stops and looks at him. She's not the sort that's going to judge him. "You okay?"

She walks away from him and opens her bag and a tall bottle is removed. The contents flash in the firelight and the flash is more than just a trick of the light. Two glasses are also removed from her bag. They are both plastic because Tonks is the epitome of class.

A drink for Ianto is poured and then offered. "Don't worry, it's just whiskey." She conveniently leaves off the fire bit. First timers tend to get nervous when they hear that. Tonks doesn't get that, after all, the coughing smoke only lasts a moment or two before the brew starts to go down smooth.

Tonks pours her own self a cup and takes a drink. She coughs a bit. It's not called firewhiskey for nothing.