forget the caffe latte screw the raspberry iced tea / a malibu and coke for you, a g&t for me [open]

[torchwoodteaboy]

WHO torchwoodteaboy AND YOU
WHAT Meeting, drinking, taking care of a slightly melancholy Welshman. Your pic!
WHERE A bar. Any bar! Or on the streets! Or in the hallway of the CGM!
WHEN Saturday night
NOTES Ianto's already tipsy or more by the time you run into him
WARNINGS none so far

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Random bar!

[alphaophiuchi]

Something about that night begged him to give Zero some space - for the first time that week, however reluctantly it had happened - and actually get some air. 'Some air' apparently translated to 'a drink', and Draco's feet led him to the nearest bar he recognised; it wasn't a huge place, but small and quaint and about as welcoming as anything in Bete Noire was.

That said, its size did lend itself rather nicely to being able to glance around and spy Ianto with limited difficulty. He hadn't been expecting to see anyone there he knew - the glance around was cursory, just to make absolutely sure that he wasn't in the wrong place; seeing his boss, of all people, was an unspoken invitation if anything was.

So that was how Draco found himself standing beside Ianto, wondering if he should say something or just keep standing there awkwardly.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto shook his head. "Magic doesn't exist where I come from. And it's best that it doesn't. We've got enough to deal with without it. Aliens and technology and ancient evils and the like around. If I had to deal with wizards on top of babysitting a rift in the whole of space and time I think I might have exploded or something."

[alphaophiuchi]

"You're sure it doesn't exist?" He asked, finding it strange that some iteration of England wouldn't have magic in any regard. But perhaps Ianto was right - he hadn't come across any incidents of aliens or whatever else the other man had dealt with at Torchwood. "Though I imagine you do have a point there."

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto nodded. "I'm pretty sure, yeah. Jack knows just about everything about everything, and he never once mentioned magic the whole time I was working there. Faeries, yes, but they weren't really magical creatures. They were just beings that people called faeries because they wanted to believe that magic existed. Everything has an explanation," Ianto assured the other man, before taking another swig of his drink.

[alphaophiuchi]

Draco couldn't help but raise his brows at that. "Well, where I'm from, fairies exist quite well. Pixies, too. Bloody nasty lot, they are; I had a number of them point blank attack me. Vicious pricks."

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto nodded. "Well, at least both of the worlds have that in common. The faeries we had to deal with were ancient creatures that lived in the woods and every hundred years or so would find a child that they designated as their chosen one, and well. We had to give them the child, or risk far worse things happening until they could get to the child themselves." He shrugged. Gwen, Tosh, and Owen had given Jack a lot of flack for that, but Ianto saw how it made sense, to give up the girl in order to spare the rest of her family from certain death.

[alphaophiuchi]

"Some things are universal," Draco replied, laughing almost wryly. "That's nice to see."

He listened to the story, leaning against the bar idly; it was always interesting to hear about other worlds and their interpretations of things he knew rather well. It sounded like something a pixie would try, albeit twisted somewhat.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it is," he said. "It's good that there are some small things. Humans, for instance. If human beings were different on every single different reality that there is here, well then..." He shook his head. "I don't know about you, but I'd be shit out of luck trying to keep track of the lot of them."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Something to be said for not trying, you know," he pointed out, tipping his glass towards the other man before taking a long sip of it. "And I probably wouldn't use that video function as often as I do. Bloody convenient, that is."

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto nodded. "For when you can't be arsed to type something out, yeah it is. It makes for a better announcement, too. When people can see your expression and hear your tone of voice when you're saying something. Otherwise I would make a lot more addresses in text, but. I guess I'd rather sacrifice being comfortable for being understood," he said, with a shrug and another drink from his glass.

[alphaophiuchi]

"I'd prefer writing it out and owling people, to be quite fair. But I haven't been able to find a good enough owl," Draco chuckled, shrugging to himself. He took another sip of his drink, trying to hide the faint flush creeping up his cheeks at the realisation that he really was a tad old-fashioned; it didn't much matter one way or another, of course, but... Well, maybe he ought to find a way Zero could just deliver messages for him.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto turned to the other, raising an eyebrow. "Owling...?" he asked, incredulously. "You mean... Where you come from, wizards actually use owls to send letters to people? I hope it's by flying..." At least then it'd be like pidgeon mail, so he'd have something to compare it to.

[alphaophiuchi]

"Well, of course. How else would the owls get where they ought to go?" Draco asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Of course, to the blond, it was - anything but was out of the ordinary.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto raised an eyebrow at the other man. "The lot of you can magically teleport to wherever you want to go. Who knows what the magical creatures you've got hanging around can do."

[alphaophiuchi]

"Goblins tend to do what they want, and house-elves can teleport themselves just the same." He trailed off, thoughtfully running through the other things that magical creatures could do. "But you know, I don't really think an owl counts as a magical creature. It's really just an animal."

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto shrugged. "Well. The more you know, I suppose." He turned to his drink for a moment, swallowing back another gulp. "Goblins and house-elves and owls and fairies and pixies and wizards. It's like you've walked out of some sort of storybook or something."