[RL WITH JEEVES AND WOOSTER]

[torchwoodteaboy]

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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[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

Bertie lifted his own glass with a smile, but his expression completely transformed to one of wonder at the strange music.

"My word...what is that?" he murmured.

[51stcentury]

Jack laughed, grinning. "That, my friend, is an electric guitar and an electric base, mixed with a drum set and a set of four of the most famous singers there have been up to this point."

"It's the Beatles," Ianto said, clarifying. "They were a popular rock band a while back. That's what this music style is called, rock music."

OOC

[torchwoodteaboy]

((Yeah. God, sorry. That's what I get for trying to continue roleplaying even when I'm falling asleep. >__>;;))

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

"'The Beatles'....what a strange name for a group! And is it called 'rock' because that is what you are inclined to do with your head as it's playing? I say, I think I rather like it!" Catching onto the refrain, he sang along,

"Oh, how could I dance, with another, oh!

When I saw you standing there, Jeeves?" He offered a cheeky grin to his valet.

[torchwoodteaboy]

"Actually, no one is quite sure what the term means," Ianto informed the man. "It was first used by a popular DJ in 1951, and it seems that it stuck."

Jack shook his head at Ianto. "How do you know all these things? Why do you know these things?"

Ianto shrugged. "I know everything," he said. Jack raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. Ianto sighed. "Alright, so, my mum was a bit of a closet rock fan, and she had a book that sat out on our table that I may or may not have read. Several times."

Jack chuckled. "As, c'mon, Ianto.You know that you were just reading it for the pictures." He turned to the other two men with a wink. "It seems that, with rock music, gorgeous seems to go hand in hand."

Inspired from your ooc comment....

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

"You know, this brings to my mind a tune I heard quite awhile back. Let's see...it went something like, "My man rocks me, with one steady roll~....Ain't no slippin', when he wants take hold~!" and then I forget the rest. Something to due about what time it was. My Aunt A. was not too pleased with me when I came home one day singing that." he said, with a bright smile.

Re: Inspired from your ooc comment....

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto, who had been taking a swig of his beer, choked on it a bit. One of the nights out at the bar, Jack had gone off at the group after Owen questioned his music taste, talking about how much he loved the older songs because they could say in his words "so much more than the songs you kids listen to today." Jack just grinned at Bertie. "Can't imagine why she'd take offense to it. Brilliant song that was, I remember it well. Though, seven hours is a bit long. Even for me," he said with a wink.

"Jack," Ianto said, groaning at him. He turned to Bertie. "That, ehm, really isn't the type of song you want to be singing around your aunts."

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't unpleasant, actually. She couldn't stand me any longer, and shipped me to Aunt Dahlia. I sang the song to her upon her request, she startled all the wildlife within a five-mile radius with her laughter, and we've been close ever since! It may be my favorite tune," he said. He grinned bright and wide.

[51stcentury]

Ianto smiled at Bertie's words. For all that the man was a little eccentric, his stories were interesting and Ianto had no doubt that they were completely true as well. "I have to say, Mr. Wooster, sir, your Aunts sound like quite the characters."

At that moment, the beginning vocals of Elvis's "Jail House Rock" started up over the sound system. "Say, Bertie," Jack said with a smirk, "Ianto here's turned me down before, so I know not to ask him, but how'd you care to do the twist with me?"

"It's a dance step, to clarify," Ianto said, wanting to shoot down any innuendo that Jack may have implied.

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

"Well, all right! Just don't get your expectations too high, what? That is, if it's all right with you, Jeeves...say! How about you dance with Ianto? He's an excellent dancer, Ianto. Very light on his feet. Then we can switch later! Once we have the swing of it. Now, how does it go?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

Jack raised his eyebrows and smirked at Jeeves look, but turned to look at Ianto at Bertie's suggestion. He patted Ianto's leg under the table, showing his support in whatever Ianto decided, before standing up. "Well, then, Bertie," Jack said, motioning to the dance floor. "Shall we?"

Ianto blushed and ducked his head. "I, ehm, I'm sorry, but I... I don't really... That is. I'm not really the dancing type, me," Ianto finished lamely. And no amount of Retcon in the world would get me to do the twist, he continued in his head. He raised his eyes to Jeeves, hoping his expression read 'It's really not anything personal, sir' and not 'sorry, sir, the only man I feel comfortable dancing with is Jack,' even though both were true.

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

"All right then!" Bertie exclaimed, not even aware of the mild drama.

He did catch Ianto's comment, and he actually let out a chuckle. "You'll soon see that I'm not exactly the dancing type, either, Ianto. I just have trouble sitting still."

"So, how does this twist thingummy work?"

[51stcentury]

Jack led them a little further out onto the dance floor. "Alright, I'm not an expert, but I guess my twist is alright," he said. "Watch and learn." Jack bent his arms at the elbow and held them out to the side while he bent his knees and twisted his hips, rotating on the balls of his feet. It quickly became apparent that Jack was more than 'alright' at the twist. "C'mon, Bertie," he said, grinning, "join in, you try it!"

"Bloody show off," Ianto said, watching Jack from the table, but smiling at the man's antics. "I appreciate your understanding, sir," he continued, turning back to face Jeeves. "The last time I danced with anyone was with Jack at Gwen's wedding, but that was, er, a bit of a different scene than this one."

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

Watching the movement for awhile, Bertie then put forth his enthusiasm to attempt the dance.

While by no means reaching to the easy, fluid motion of Jack, he found the dance about as easy to preform as it looked. He laughed with delight, 'twisting' away.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Jack chuckled. "There you go, Bertie!" he said, grinning at the other man. "Loosen up those hips though, more twisting from the legs!" He continued to demonstrate the dance, pleased that the DJ went straight onto Elvis's 'Hound Dog' right afterward. "Like someone put the Charleston on rotators!"

"Yep," Ianto told Jeeves, watching the other two on the dance floor. "I had to step in as DJ for her reception afterward, and since we were going to have to Retcon the crowd anyway, I just thought, 'why not,' you know? He was surprised, but he was actually rather proud of me for it." He smiled to himself. "I'm more of a slow-dance type, though. Jack doesn't know it, by my Mam actually made me take a couple ballroom lessons with her. My Tad absolutely refused but I was available, and she said it would be character building or some load of crap that worked on me because I was just 16."

Would 'Queen' play at this place, or is the 70s too far ahead?

[callmebertie.livejournal.com]

He followed Jack's instruction as best he could, but it still remained that he was Bertie. He looked less silly, but not by much.

'Hounddog' was winding down, and in it's place 'Yes! We have no bananas!' nuzzled in.

"Ha! I know this one!" Grinning at his dance partner, he said, "How about we go back? The 'Twist' is more tiring than it looks!"

((ooc: We need you at the park, Jeeves-mun!))

Sure, of course Queen could play. :P

[torchwoodteaboy]

"But of course," Jack said, beaming at him. Honestly, he was just happy that he'd gotten a chance to show off, he didn't mind for how long. "You picked that up fairly quickly, you know, Bertie," he said, as they made their way back to the table. "You're a real natural for this sort of thing."

"Fast can be alright," Ianto said to Jeeves. "Just as long as I don't end up making a fool of myself." He looked over to where Bertie and Jack were. "Speaking of fools, here comes Jack."

"You wound me, Jones," Jack said, sliding back into his seat and taking a big gulp of water from his glass. "So, you guys enjoying yourselves, so far?"