The music played loudly in the club while Ianto sipped his beer. He wasn’t sure why he let Jack suggest this place but he really was having a good time...well almost.
“Now I’m hungry like the wolf,” Jack sang loudly but strangely in tune.
Ianto rolled his eyes and placed his glass down. The eighties wasn’t his favourite decade for music but he didn
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LOL!!!
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Second fic was sad and beautiful. I feel so for Ianto.
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