[For Johnny Rockfort] If any of you see a stranger around here, it's me...

[51stcentry_jack]

Here's someone who hasn't darkened the doorway of the bar or warmed one of it's stools in almost a year, thanks to some medically-required abstinence. It might be earlier one evening that Jack Harkness sallies into the bar, looking for a drink before his watch. He'll perch himself on a stool at the end of the bar, elbows on the counter, the skirts

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[johnny_rockfort]

"No-one else would drink that devil's piss," Johnny replies as he reaches for the bottle.

He serves Jack, and says, "So, you found a way out but got sucked back in, or what?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Wish it was that simple: Doctor's orders had me off drinking for most of that time, and then he had me on my back through the winter into the spring," Jack replies, taking a swing. "Hooo, that's the stuff.... Been needing this: got two little girls I'm looking after, and they're both a handful. Nice pair of handfuls, though." There's a paternal lilt to those words, rather than a rakish one.

[johnny_rockfort]

"Yeah, it's quite the rage, babies and all," Johnny drawls in response.

"Even had a pregnant woman down here during the midnight sun. Nice chick. Very open for a member of the uppity."

[51stcentry_jack]

He'll tilt his head, clearly intrigued and concerned. "Wouldn't happen to be named Michelle, would she? Because she's the *other* of the two girls that've been keeping me awake at night," he says, the concern showing through the jest.