Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Aug 17, 2012 22:57:27 GMT -5
He was supposed to be on holiday….that was the plan at least. He’d gone to New York to see the states, take in a few shows, see the sights, and just get out of Cardiff for a while. Of course he wanted to take Ianto with him but the coffee boy bowed out saying he had too much to do around the Hub to even imagine a vacation, even when Jack had ordered him on vacation Ianto had went about planning to stay in town and well that infuriated Jack enough that he snapped at the man and left it that way. They would, of course, have to patch that rough spot when Jack got home but for now he was in New York and the sights were amazing….and the bars of course….well many gay and awesome. Tonight he had found himself in one such gay bar chatting up a couple who he’d bought far too many rounds for and explaining to them the benefit of a three way. Of course he’d also explained to them a few other things he shouldn’t had but he’d slipped retcon into their drinks so they wouldn’t remember the bar…or anything in the morning, convent little drug it was. Of course that’s when all hell broke loose.
The scream echoed across the dance floor, from the women’s bathroom. Of course Jack didn’t stop to think of the irony of a woman’s bathroom in a gay man’s club or that the scream sounded a little too high pitched to be male, he did what was in his DNA to do it seemed, he turned towards the scream and fought past the crowd to see what was going on. Of course as soon as he saw the dirty ragged jump suit along with the overly large head...not to mention the rows of teeth, he knew what he was dealing with. Of course it was ~far~ from normal, a weevil in a ladies bathroom in a gay man’s bar in New York City? Well as soon as it turned and hissed at the crowd the crowd did as expected, they screamed and ran for the exits. Jack put his hands out, sort of herding the creature toward a back door and away from the mass of people he knew would be out and about New York on a Friday night. As it hissed and tried it’s best to look intimidating toward him he backed it into the alleyway trying to figure out a plan for detaining and holding the weevil till he could get the team over stateside to transport the weevil back to the Hub. At the same time though he was also thinking about how he probably wasn’t going to be able to capture the weevil and perhaps just shooting the poor thing might be the best alternative.
Lucky the weevil cooperated with Jack and dated out the back exit into the alleyway. Of course the creature wasn’t going to be a simple catch, running down the alleyway toward a street and Jack had to give chase, his great coat flaring out behind him as he turned down a few back alleys, keeping up with the weevil but still unsure how he was going to catch it. The truth was though that he was enjoying this little chase, he felt the blood run through his veins, the adrenalin start to pump, it was just Jack being in his natural element again.
The scream echoed across the dance floor, from the women’s bathroom. Of course Jack didn’t stop to think of the irony of a woman’s bathroom in a gay man’s club or that the scream sounded a little too high pitched to be male, he did what was in his DNA to do it seemed, he turned towards the scream and fought past the crowd to see what was going on. Of course as soon as he saw the dirty ragged jump suit along with the overly large head...not to mention the rows of teeth, he knew what he was dealing with. Of course it was ~far~ from normal, a weevil in a ladies bathroom in a gay man’s bar in New York City? Well as soon as it turned and hissed at the crowd the crowd did as expected, they screamed and ran for the exits. Jack put his hands out, sort of herding the creature toward a back door and away from the mass of people he knew would be out and about New York on a Friday night. As it hissed and tried it’s best to look intimidating toward him he backed it into the alleyway trying to figure out a plan for detaining and holding the weevil till he could get the team over stateside to transport the weevil back to the Hub. At the same time though he was also thinking about how he probably wasn’t going to be able to capture the weevil and perhaps just shooting the poor thing might be the best alternative.
Lucky the weevil cooperated with Jack and dated out the back exit into the alleyway. Of course the creature wasn’t going to be a simple catch, running down the alleyway toward a street and Jack had to give chase, his great coat flaring out behind him as he turned down a few back alleys, keeping up with the weevil but still unsure how he was going to catch it. The truth was though that he was enjoying this little chase, he felt the blood run through his veins, the adrenalin start to pump, it was just Jack being in his natural element again.
