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[im_torchwood]

The work was never done. Jack had chased down a blowfish and had arrested him. He hated the Torchwood policy of kill first and question later that they had in London. Unfortunately he had taken the creature back to One and he'd been killed there "trying to escape". Jack was sick with it and he withdrew.

He didn't usually drink but today...today he had good reason. So he sat in the bar at the end of the street with a glass of brandy he'd already drained four times.

What he wouldn't give to be able to get drunk.

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[hollow_moon]

Val grinned, paying his own tab, then slipping an arm around Jack, even though they just met.

"Come on then, lovely. I'll gladly sweep you off your feet, darling."

[im_torchwood]

Jack was used to being the one doing the sweeping and it amused him that Valentine was so unbelievably forward.

"A man after my own heart," he said, his own arm finding a comfortable hold on the other man in return.

[hollow_moon]

"So, Jack, tell me all about yourself," Val purred. "I want to know all about you. Why's such a handsome man drinking alone, hmm?"

[im_torchwood]

"Valentine, I think you'll like me better if I don't tell you everything. All you need to know is I'm available and you...are very good looking," Jack replied, choosing to flirt rather than lie.

[hollow_moon]

"I am," Val agreed cheerfully. "And who doesn't like a secret, hmm?" he asked, his voice low and rough, yet still charming and friendly somehow.

[im_torchwood]

That rough quality went right down Jack's back to his cock. He walked a little closer and skipped his arm around Valentine.

"It's always fun meeting new people."