Eliot

[im_torchwood]

Jack was on hiatus and enjoying his vacation. He'd hit Broadway and the West End, and now he had tickets to Hamilton in LA Friday night so he'd come home. Itching for a show, Jack couldn't find a musical on stage except a few local school productions. Now that Urban Legend was in the second season, high school was probably a bad look. He'd been scolded enough to know when to dial it down.

He'd found a diner, though. A diner he'd never heard of and immediately got in the car to enjoy his night.

He walked in wearing a blazer over a tshirt and shiny black trousers.

"One?" the hostess asked, then led him to a seat without waiting for an answer.

"Thanks," he smiled, taking the menu...but surveying the place.

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[im_torchwood]

"I might," he said.

Jack checked his watch and looked around.

"Closing up?" he asked, the answer obvious. "Can I give you a ride? I'll be out in the lot in the black SUV."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot glanced up at the clock on the wall, looked at Jack for a moment, and then nodded. "I'll be done in about ten."

Then he smiled and put a piece of paper on the table. "Here's your check."

[im_torchwood]

Jack snatched it up to take to the hostess with a smile and a wink.

"I'll see you outside," he said confidently, then left while two other waitered gaped at Eliot from near the kitchen.

"Was that Jack Harkness?" one asked.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot’s first thought at the question was - oh fuck of course he’s an actor or a model or something.

“He said his name was Jack,” was all he could think of to say.

[im_torchwood]

"Of course he'd sit in your section," she complained. "Urban Legend is so good. I can't believe you haven't seen it."

The other waiter nodded in agreement.

"Did he give you a tip?" she asked then.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“He did,” Eliot said, not elaborating. He smirked. “Also he thinks I’m too good for this place.”

“Aren’t we all,” came the response with rolled eyes, and as Eliot closed out for the night he tried to remember what he’d heard about Urban Legends. Not really his type of show. He was more into Real Housewives.

Finally, he went outside and spotted the black SUV.

[im_torchwood]

Jack was behind the driver's seat, scrolling on his phone. tap tap, tap tap, poking it with a single finger.

He looked up when he noticed movement and smiled at Eliot. The sound of the locks opening clicked loudly.

"Hey," he purred with a warm smile when Eliot opened the door.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot poked his head inside first. "Hey. So you're giving me a ride home, huh?" he asked. Though at least now that he knew Jack was famous, that made him less likely to be a serial killer or something.

[im_torchwood]

"If that's where you want to go," Jack nodded. "I'm sure you're beat after your shift."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I might have some wind left in my sails," Eliot said. "We could get a drink. Or we could go to your place. Probably nicer than mine."

He really didn't see a reason to play coy here, it didn't seem like Jack was.

[im_torchwood]

"Lucky you, I've got drinks at my house," Jack smiled and rolled out into the night, headed for the hills.

"I wasn't just trying to bring you home. You are really, really good," he told him as they drove.

[eliot_thespectacular]

“I know,” Eliot said as he climbed in. “Though I assumed that’s why you wanted to bring me home. You’d be awfully busy if you picked up every good looking waiter you encounter.”

[im_torchwood]

"Don't judge my hobbies," Jack laughed warmly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I don't mind if you make me feel special," Eliot said, and buckled his seat belt before grinning at him. "I didn't know who you were, by the way. My coworker had to tell me you're an actor or whatever."

[im_torchwood]

"Oh. Marvelous. I could tell...I was hoping it wouldn't come up," he said, just a little disappointed.

Jack loved the fame, but sometimes it got to be a little much.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot shrugged. "If it makes you feel better I seriously could not give two shits." And it was true. "The only reason the information was useful was it made me suggest we go to your place instead of mine."

[im_torchwood]

" Yeah? You don't watch the show at all?" Jack asked, sort of tickled by that.

It was getting harder and harder to meet people who didn't know details and lies alike.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I'm more of a reader," Eliot said. Which was true, though at the same time he also watched a lot of trashy reality TV. "What's it about?"

[im_torchwood]

"Urban legends," he chuckled.

"You know, Jersey Devil, Moth Man, haunted crossroads. I play Max Legend, the only FBI agent tasked with the woowoo crap. You've got to know Amy DeLaine. She's my costar," he chatted.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"That is... a really stupid name," Eliot said. "Ah, no offense. I'm sure the show is great and all, I'm sure you're great but... Max Legend?"

[im_torchwood]

"I'll be sure to tell Mr. and Mrs. Legend you think they named their oddball child something dumb," he laughed.

"Watch the show. There's way more to critique than that."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot laughed. "Okay, good to know." He smirked. "How often does your shirt come off in it?"

[im_torchwood]

"Once a week, full rear during sweeps," he grinned.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Smart," said Eliot. Well, he assumed. Jack certainly looked like he worked out.

"So ah... what were you doing in the diner anyway? It's kind of a tourist trap. Not a lot of locals."

[im_torchwood]

"Hamilton isn't until tomorrow night and I had an itch," he admitted.

"Its kind of a problem, how much I spend on theater."