Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011. Day 341. Written for rabecka, who wanted some Jack and Rex. In the future, in a bar, etc. Thanks to book_junkie007 for doing Beta, even when I was being a stroppy bint. Remaining issues are my fault. Comments and concrit welcome.
Warnings: Crack or Meta? I'm not sure which.
Summary: It sounds like a joke, but nobody's laughing.
Two Torchwood agents walk into a bar.
And the bartender doesn’t say, “What is this, some kind of joke?”
He pours the booze and keeps his opinions to himself unless he’s being paid to give them. These guys aren’t paying for anything but the drinks. They’re barely paying attention to each other either. Clearly, they’ve been together a long time. Equally clear is that they both hate it.
The bastard he knew as Jack Harkness looks right at him and orders another.
And the bartender who was once Ianto Jones thinks the punch-line to himself.
“You don’t even remember me.”