PARTY TIME

[timedaughter]

DATE: November 5th, Party Time.
CHARACTER(S): Jenny, Darcy, Jack, Ianto, Rose, Gwen, Agent Coulson, and whoever the hell else any of them extends an invitation to or anyone who randomly ends up in this madhouse. Doctor, I'm looking at you.
SUMMARY: Jenny asked Darcy if she still wanted some hypervodka. Darcy expressed interest in finding a saloon

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[harknessvagrant]

Jack had a drink. It didn't mean he was drinking, a little silly to do so when it wouldn't even affect him much at all. But he'd been making the rounds, introducing himself, getting to know people and their surroundings, all that good stuff.

He settled down next to Ianto with a nudge and a grin, taking an absent drink. "Come here often, handsome?"

[harknessvagrant]

"I hear those sorts of people are shifty, you should be careful," he replied with a small smile, settling comfortably against Ianto. "But hey, at least we've Gwen, now, though I'd really rather she was home." There was a shrug.

"Good company, too," he added. "I guess we should figure out who we're traveling with, at some point."

[ex_julianhe]

The cute blonde girl had said to come to the bar, so Julian was at the bar. If there really wasn't any way out of this mess, he seriously needed a drink before he went on a freaking wagon trail. He found the perfect combination of dark corner and bar stool, and settled there.

[timedaughter]

"Hey there," Jenny said as she approached, invading his dark little space. Honestly, Julian. "Glad you could make it!"

[ex_julianhe]

Hey, he sees nothing wrong with this dark space. He isn't brooding.

"Hey," he said, looking up at her. "Jenny, right? You got half a wagon trail in here already."

[timedaughter]

If he isn't brooding, is he trying to look dark and mysterious? Because she'll say again-- Honestly, Julian.

"That's right. I can't take all the credit, it was a team effort. But it's good to see everyone relaxing."

[agentbadass]

Probably no one should be surprised that the Secret Government Agent that Darcy dragged along was sitting a ways away from everyone else, drinking something non-alcoholic and keeping as much of an eye on the impending chaos as possible.

Someone had to be the designated driver in this merry band of drunkards, after all. And if he made sure his wagon-mates got back to the wagon safely and didn't puke all over their shoes, well. Maybe that would get him some points with Ms. Poli-Sci Major. Which he was probably going to need before all this was over.

[deusextaserina]

You know what would give you points, Phil? Helping Darcy with these whiskey shots she's carrying over. Kind of. Maybe the pint of scotch she'd attempted earlier had not been the best plan. The things she did for hobbits. About half of what had formally been in the shot glasses actually makes it to his table as she plops into a seat.

"Know what this needs? Music. S'not the same without...mm, Lady Gaga or something. You play music, AC?"

[agentbadass]

Coulson gives both Darcy and the half empty shots an unimpressed look. He can't exactly fault her for wanting to get drunk and let loose for a night - this entire situation is insane and it would be lying to say he wouldn't mind a stiff drink himself. But there's still work to be done and so he's holding out. For now.

"Not if I can help it."

[deusextaserina]

"Shh. Y'know the Stones. Unless they're secretly...hm." She thinks for a moment, forgetting about the shots as she tried to come up with a good scenario. "Spying on AC/DC for SHIELD. Or Bono, that hippie."