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[runaway_logan]

They'd spent most of the morning talking, not even about what had happened near the end. ...just talking. Just conversation. Work, life, what they'd both been up to. However, eventually the words ran short, and after a long moment of silence, Logan suggested the only thing he could think of. Drinking

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[joe__dick]

"The fuck are you kicking me for, asshole?" Joe asked with a snort, kicking back before he took another long sip of his drink, setting it down on the table. The condensation was cool against his palm and traced his fingers through the wet marks the glass left behind on the table as he nudged his toes against Logan's legs again.

It was fucking hot in the Chapterhouse and Joe leaned back in the booth, watching Logan across the table. There was someone heading toward them, but Joe didn't look in that direction yet.

[more_flexible]

The music was pounding and the dancers moved and sweat and twisted with the beat. Jack cut through the crowd, aware of the scent of booze and sex rising on heat and breath, but he was focused on one face.

He didn't stop until he was at the edge of the table, the ubiquitous coat hanging from his shoulders like armor against the rest of the assembly. He stood out so much from the rest of the crowd and was still utterly forgettable. Good looking guy in a coat. All people ever noticed was the coat.

"Logan," he said with a smile. "Good to see you out and about."

[runaway_logan]

"Jack," Logan replied with a nod, shifting over in the booth a little, to make room in case the other man wanted to sit. "What can I say, even a hermit needs a drink now and then."

He took a long swig of his drink, swallowing fast before realizing he probably needed to do some sort of introduction. "Uh, Jack, that's Joe Dick. We, uh, work together. Sometimes. Joe this is Jack Harkness. He's... a friend."

[joe__dick]

Joe looked up when the guy approached and watched the two of them talk before he took another sip of his drink. Then Logan was speaking to him, introducing them and he nodded a greeting. "Hey," he answered, nodding to the room Logan had made for the other man to sit down. It was as much of an invitation as someone who was more or less a stranger would get from Joe.

All he knew about the guy was that he'd promised to take care of the asshole who'd fucked with Logan. That was enough.