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[faye]

Faye was suffocating. She was suffocated in this stupid infinite would that she couldn't leave! There was absolutely NOTHING to do in Terra! There weren't any bounty heads that needed to be captured or and casinos to gamble in. There wasn't even any races or sports to bet on! Faye was used to being able to just jump in her space ship and go where ever she wanted at anytime! She could go to different countries, different planets! Here on Terra her only choices where a stupid light house or an armory! Why would she want to wear armor? It would cover up her perfect body, DUH! WHY in all the people in all the worlds in the universe did SHE have to be chosen to be Terra?! She couldn't have been brought there for absolutely no reason and he couldn't possibly be that useful! Well, yeah she had skills and had to be the hottest chick there, but still. . . If she was brought there because of her looks, oh man, someone's jaw was going to be broken. . . This was just so typical. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about all debt anymore; not like the people she owed money to could track her down in a world that shouldn't technically exist.

The worst part about all this was that she was taken at the worst possible time; Spike, one of her companions whom Faye had developed a strong liking for, had gone off to fight his rival and the most notorious gang in the galaxy and she was taken before she was able to hear what the out come of the ordeal was! Now she may never know what happened to Spike! Not that she cared that much or anything. . . At the end of the day, Spike was just a head strong moron after all. Nothing really for Faye to get worked up about . . .

The only place in Terra that remotely interested Faye was The Monarch, for obvious reasons; it was a BAR so that meant that she could smoke and drink and possibly pick a fight if she got bored. Faye sat on one of the wooden bar stools drinking her scotch on the rocks with a cigarette in one had and her drink in the other. She frequently tried to get answers out of the barman, but he would just ignore her questions, eventually she had to just give up, which was difficult for her to do because she hated not getting what she wanted.

Currently, there was only a few other people in the bar as it was still early yet. For Faye, there was no right or wrong time to drink, especially when you were stuck on Terra.

[IANTO JONES]

Ianto glanced up at the sign on the door: a simple image of a butterfly was on it. He glanced around briefly as a thought wandered into his head: this wasn't one of those bars, was it? A bar called 'the butterfly'? If his sister ever found out, he'd never hear the end of it. Never mind if Jack did. It was unlikely that it would be that kind of bar though. He had never been one for drinking, not alcohol anyway. Give him a good cup of coffee or tea and he was in heaven. If there was ever a time to start drinking, though, he reckoned now was as good a time as any. It was one way to cope with being suddenly taken away from his home and work and finding his missing boss only to find out that it wasn't actually him, but a past him. He massaged his temple as the thoughts whirling around in his head were accompanied by that all too familiar pounding in his temples. Yes a nice drink was probably in order. He supposed it couldn't hurt to try out the place, maybe he'd find out 'what he'd been missing' he'd been told he didn't know what it was.

He took a deep breath, straightening out his silk backed vest before entering the establishment. He took a look around the place, noticing the details. It wasn't half bad looking, a bit on the empty side - but then it was still early. It had an ambiance to it, the candles, the little tables, the little stools lined up along the bar. It definitely didn't look like one of those sorts of bars which was a relief to him. Actually it suited him just fine, he thought as he approached the bar.

He turned his attention to the bartender, holding out a hand to try to, in turn, gain the man's attention. Once he had it, he politely requested a Dizzie Lizzie, smiling as the drink satisfied his appreciation for rhyme scheme. Once he had it in hand he smiled and thanked the tender, knowing only too well what a thankless job making drinks could be. When he tried to pay, his money was denied. He raised his eyebrows curiously at that, but didn't argue further. Free drinks? It was a wonder Jack hadn't set up camp here. He found himself glancing around as if to make sure he hadn't actually done just that. As a smirk touched his lips, he took a tentative sip of his drink. It wasn't half bad, he decided, after allowing it to fully register with his palate.

He then took the time to look around at the other patrons. To his left, two seats away from his own, he noticed a woman in rather revealing attire drinking an amber colored liquid and smoking a cigarette. He smiled lightly, acknowledging her with a nod as he took another sip of his drink. It was so strange to think that anyone in here, even this woman could have just been plucked out of her time continuum and dropped off in this place.

[faye]

Faye noticed the young man way before he noticed her. It was hard not to notice an attractive young man who looked good in a suit and it was hard not to notice any one enter the bar, as there really wasn’t much else to do. You’d think a place like Terra would be more interesting considering how there were people from different times and places, but if there was one thing Faye had learned in her time there it was this; no matter where or when your from, you can still be painfully boring. As good as this guy looked in a suit, it really didn’t give her any clues of where or when the guy was from. How long had three-piece suits been around? A couple hundred years? Maybe? And he had the potential to be just as boring as everyone else on that stupid island or what ever it was.

As the barman walked by to talk Mr. Suit’s order, Faye tired, once again, to ask him about Terra. “Excus-“ was all she was able to get out before the barman went wizzing past to help the gentleman in the suit. Faye wrinkled her nose and scowled; she hated being ignored and she hated not getting what she wanted even more. How was she supposed to know why the Hell she was there if she couldn’t ask questions?!

Though her mental hissy fit, Faye heard Mr. Suit order his drink. A dizzie lizzie? What the hell was that? It certainly didn’t sound like the most masculine drink, but then again, who knew what was considered ‘masculine’ on Terra. . . Well, assuming that it was a native drink. . . Was anything native to Terra? UGH, she had far too many questions about the damn place and no one who would answer them for her!

It didn’t take long for Mr. Suit to notice her, of course, seeing as she was the hottest thing in that dump. He was cute enough, even though Faye had given up on men a long time ago, right around the time one fake his own death and left her with all his debt. She took the man’s smile as an open invitation for conversation.

“Excuse me,” she said sweetly, “I couldn’t help but over hear you order your drink; a ‘Dizzie Lizzie’ was it called? What exactly is in that?” Faye was genuinely curious, but she was also desperate for any type of human interaction.

[IANTO JONES]

Ianto gazed around as he took large sips of his drink. He really didn't see what the big fuss about going out to a pub. People came, they drank, perhaps they talked for a bit with alcohol loosened tongues, and then they went home - well they went to wherever they were staying here. It seemed a lot like going to work really, sans the alcohol. At Torchwood people came in, they drank - his coffee he might add- they talked for a while and then they went home. To be fair that was a vast simplification of work. He was leaving out the part where the computer systems started beeping and blinking with rift activity and then they all went chasing after weevils or blowfish or great big bloody aliens bent on destroying humanity, but otherwise these two events were fairly similar.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the voice of the woman he had noticed earlier. He quirked an eyebrow to show her she had his attention. She was apparently intrigued by his drink order or at least feigning interest, though if the latter were true he couldn't imagine why. Perhaps she wanted to make connection with another person in this strange new place. He could understand the feeling even if he didn't share it completely. He was wary of the people he met: they could potentially be any number of dormant alien threats. Though she didn't exactly seem like a planet destroying machine. He glanced down at the beverage in question and then back up at her, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

"The Dizzy Lizzy has bourbon, sherry, club soda and just a bit of lemon juice in it," he informed her. Just because he didn't drink often didn't mean he didn't know what he liked, and he liked his drinks like he liked his coffee: slightly bitter with an overlaying richness and that bit of a kick to it. His order may not have been the most masculine of choices, but it suited his needs. "It's actually not half bad," he informed her, taking another sip. That wasn't to say he was going to make a habit of going out to pubs now. He imagined the look on the rest of the team's face if he returned to the hub a hardened drinking man. The image brought an amused grin to his lips.

He shook the mental image and focused back on the woman near him. Manners, he chided himself mentally. "Ianto Jones," he offered, extending his hand politely. If he was going to be chatting with her for any amount of time, perhaps names were in order.