torchwoodteaboy | [RL WITH JEEVES AND WOOSTER]

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[RL WITH JEEVES AND WOOSTER]

Ianto and Jack sat on the one stones outside the fountain at the center of the Millennium Center, waiting for Jeeves and Bertie Wooster to arrive. Much to Jack's chagrin, Ianto wouldn't let them wait on the invisible lift for the two men to appear--they were supposed to meet them there, not sneak up on them. It might have fit perfectly within Jack's style, but Ianto liked to be a lot more honest and up front with people, especially with prospective friends.

Ianto secretly wondered if this outing was going to count as a double date. He hadn't done anything like that since high school, or at least early university, but he didn't dare ask Jack. He still was a little wary of the fact that Jack was so much more experienced than him. Ianto liked to know everything he could about situations he was in, but he was finding out more and more that with Jack there were no answers, and though the surprises were pleasant, sometimes Ianto'd really prefer if he knew just what the hell was going on with the two of them.

"Shouldn't they be here by now?" Jack asked impatiently.

Ianto looked at his watch. "There's only a minute until 6:00," Ianto said in response. "I'm sure that Mr. Jeeves won't allow them to arrive any time other than the agreed one." He glanced over at Jack. "Be patient," he said, condescendingly. "It's not like you're ever on time, come to think of it." Jack made a face at him, but didn't disagree that fact.

((OOC: So, I figure the replying order should roughly go Jack/Ianto, Jeeves, Bertie, so as not to be too confusing, considering there are four of them. Anyway, enjoy~! I know I will. 8D))

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Bertie grinned, brilliantly. Letting go of Jeeves' hand, he gave a little wave, and then shot out his hand to shake.

"You're both about as tall as we are! Usually the people we meet through triple-d only come up to our shoulders, what? Nice to see you both in the flesh!"

Jack grinned at the two of them. "Nice to meet you two as well," Jack shook the offered hand. "You must be Jeeves, then," he said to the taller man. "I've already met Bertie, so by process of elimination... Besides, you look like the world's most perfect valet, so I must have it right. Ianto here said you were well-dressed and looked very professional," he said, motioning to the man standing next to him, who blushed.

"As for our height, well, what can I say?" Jack said with a patented Harkness grin. "Taller men are more attractive. Guess that means we all know how to pick them, right?" he said, with a wink to Bertie.

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He bounced a bit on his feet, eyes glancing about. He was in Wales. Cardiff, to be more specific. It didn't quite match up with the jokes he had heard...sure, it was no London, but it didn't exactly look like a decrepit village or anything.

On the other hand, it had been eighty years. Perhaps it had just grown a good deal since his time?

Returning his gaze to the others, he smiled eagerly.

"Ah, yes. What does the good Captain have in store? Should we be overflowing with the proverbial red paint, Jack?"

Ianto raised an eyebrow. Some of the phrases Bertie used were lost to him. Jack, on the other hand, laughed. "God, I miss the early 20th century. You are just too much."

"As for where we're going, I know just the place. It's on Charles Street," Jack said, winking at Ianto. Ianto knew not to question the man just yet--there were a lot of clubs on Charles Street, and for all he knew, they were headed somewhere entirely appropriate. He'd have to trust Jack on this, for now at least.

"It's a bit too far to walk," Ianto said, translating for the two who were less familiar with the environment. "I guess this means we'll have to take the SUV. I hope you don't mind," Ianto said, turning to Jeeves.

((Sorry it took so long, I was doing research to make the places we end up conceivable in the scheme of things. xD;; *likes to be thorough*))

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"I...er...well, what's an Essyuvee? Not that the mode of travel really matters. Could be on the best m. of t. that exists in the known universe, but if the destination involves one Aunt A., it's still a terrible trip, what?" he babbled amiably as he toddled along, linking his arm in Jeeves' in what he probably thought of as a smooth, subtle manner.

"SUV, stands for Sports Utility Vehicle," Ianto informed the man, falling into step next to Jack. "It's our standard mode of transportation," Jack broke in, interrupting him. "Big, black, and full of technology you guys can't even begin to understand." He grinned at them. "It's okay, though--people of this century have no idea either, really."

Jack led them to Torchwood's not-so-secret carpark. "Here it is!" he called out proudly. He patted the car on the hood. "Isn't it a beauty? One of a kind, this car is! Ianto did a lot of the modifications himself. Impressive, right?"

Ianto smiled bashfully. "I try to do my best, sir," he responded.

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Bertie's eyes bulged slightly, looking the beast over. "Good lord! It's like the engine car of a train!"

Jack burst out laughing. "Well, sure, I'll give you that," he said, with a smile. "Cars got smaller for a while, but now they're on the rise. They get even bigger, if you can believe it. God, I'd love to see what you guys thought of an 18-wheeler--"

"Yes, thank you, Jack," Ianto said. He didn't want to overwhelm their guests. He walked up the the door, and opened it, motioning to the inside of the car. "Well, hop in, then," he said with a wry smirk. "You'll want to attach your seatbelts, knowing how Jack drives."

"Hey, I am still here, you know! Just because you can dismiss me so easily with the sound of your dulcet Welsh vowels doesn't mean I shut off completely," Jack complained, not losing his smile. He climbed into the driver seat, and waited for everyone else to climb in. "All set to go?" he questioned.

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Flailing slightly on his way in, he plopped into his seat. The size of this thing was ridiculous. It must be American. In fact, he was certain of it, if Jack being American was any clue.

Seat belts? Hmm. Must be these straps. He doubted their necessity. But, when in Athens and all that sort of rot...

Seemed simple enough, anyhow.

...

And five seconds later, wincing in pain from the odd angle his right arm had been forced into, he wondered how it was possible for anyone to be as much of a bungler as he was. Really.

His eyes were pleading. "Jeeves? I seem to have gotten a bit tangled."

Jack glanced back at them, before he burst out laughing again. "Wow, Bertie," he said, "where would you be without each other? Not that I'm one to talk. Where I'd be without my morning cuppa joe, I have no idea."

"You flatter me," Ianto said, looking back and smiling himself as he watched the man fight with what they'd consider today to be a simple piece of machinery.

"You know," Jack said, turning to Ianto, "I should try to appear helpless sometime, then maybe you'd be as considerate as Jeeves here and help me out.

"Alas, Jack," Ianto said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I know you too well. I'd just think you were up to something and then be wary of you for a while." While Jack proclaimed that Ianto wounded him with his words, Ianto himself turned back to the two in the back. "All set now, then, Jeeves?" he asked.

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Bertie flushed rather brightly. Helpless? Yes, he supposed he was helpless.

They would be telling him to 'hold still, and don't touch anything' any moment.

Coughing perhaps a touch too loudly into his fist, reminiscent of a disgruntled goat to one's immediate left, he soldiered on. Stiff upper lip, he reminded himself.

"Right-ho!" he said, cheerfully. "Let us be off, so we may make with the cavorting, what?"

Jack turned to Ianto, making a face and raising his eyebrows, before turning off the car and pulling out of the space, speeding out onto the street.

"Jack," Ianto said, laying a hand on the man's greatcoat clad shoulder, "I know it's only a few blocks off, but can you try not to kill us in any way on the way over there, yeah?"

Jack raised an eyebrow again. "You don't hear either of the two in the back complaining about my driving, do you?" he asked, jokingly.

Ianto glanced back at the two in question. "Mr. Jeeves and Mr. Wooster are simply too polite to say anything to you." Jack sped through a yellow light, and Ianto gripped his shoulder harder. "You know that I disagree with your treatment of our vehicle, Captain, sir." Now, that got Jack to listen, finally. Ianto scolded himself for being so manipulative, but using Jack's title nowadays was one of the only ways to penetrate through the man's gold-plated ego. The car slowed down. "Thank you, Jack," Ianto said quietly.

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Bertie had gripped his seat. He was seriously reconsidering his first assessment of the 'seat-belts'.

"Fine, Jeeves." he squeaked. "But if you find anything resembling internal organs laying about, they're mine."

Jack grinned at the reactions of the two in back.He wasn't a horrible driver, but if he could get away with speeding through traffic, why not? He pulled his last stunt of swerving off the road into the carpark, and actually parked it. "It's just a bit of a walk down the street, then, men," Jack said enthusiastically, wrenching the door open and bounding out, and heading in the right direction.

Ianto took this opportunity to turn to the other two and apologize. "I'm sorry about Jack," Ianto said, "he gets a little excited when we go out. He's probably got something planned before he's settled down, so I'm going to apologize to you two in advance." He adjusted his tie, a nervous habit he'd picked up over the years. "Well, then," he said, motioning in the direction that Jack was headed, "shall we?"

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Happily, he linked his arm in Jeeves' as it was offered to him. It was a small thing, but it felt dashed pleasant to do this in public without fear.

He was feeling rather soppy about it, actually.

Looking at Jeeves the entire time, he said to Ianto, "No need to apologize for his enthusiasm. I'd rather him buzzing about like a bee than treating it like a chore, what?"

"Well, I suppose so," Ianto said.

Jack continued ahead of the other three men, his greatcoat billowing out behind him as it was wont to do. Cardiff nightlife buzzed around them, and as they approached Jack's supposed destination, Ianto became more and more wary of exactly where they were. Wales is fairly gay friendly, so Ianto hadn't discouraged the other two from linking arms. But this part of Charles Street...men linking arms was innocent in comparison.

Ianto recognized the club right before Jack announced with a flourish and a rather mischievous smile, "here we are, boys!"

Club X, the front of the dance club read, Cardiff's Premier Gay Club. A Polysexual Venue, another, smaller sign read. Out front, a various assortment of people (men, women, trans, drag, etc.) stood waiting to get in. One man turned at Jack's voice, and gave him an approving look, before turning back to the door.

"Jack," Ianto said, his voice dripping with disapproval. "Are you quite serious?"

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Sorry I just vanished like that. Real life barged in. I guess you're all asleep now...^_^;;;

Yeah, seeing as that was posted roughly 4:30 AM here, I was definitely asleep. xD;;

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