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WHO:
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WHERE: A seedy bar in Jersey.
WHEN: 4am this morning
WARNINGS: Jack Harkness is his own warning.
SUMMARY: Cassie saw herself heading to the seedier parts of Jersey to drag back one Jack Harkness, so, that’s what she’s doing.
FORMAT: Paradrunken somethings
Leaving the message for Scatty was easy. Hey, going to Jersey for the night. One of those psychic things. Don’t freak out. Easy as pie. Getting to Jersey was a little more difficult, but flash enough of saved-up cash and a gypsy cab will take you about anywhere. Getting into the bar?
That one was a little harder since every time she approached the front door the burly guard looked at her side-eye and twitched toward a phone she knew would call the cops in two key-strokes. But the back entrance, where they took out the trash? Not as guarded. So she slid inside and stayed in the shadows, looking around.
Jesus, and she thought Nick hung out in some seedy places. This was just priceless. Now she just had to find the right bar-stool from her drawing and she'd collect what she was there to collect.
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WHERE: A seedy bar in Jersey.
WHEN: 4am this morning
WARNINGS: Jack Harkness is his own warning.
SUMMARY: Cassie saw herself heading to the seedier parts of Jersey to drag back one Jack Harkness, so, that’s what she’s doing.
FORMAT: Paradrunken somethings
Leaving the message for Scatty was easy. Hey, going to Jersey for the night. One of those psychic things. Don’t freak out. Easy as pie. Getting to Jersey was a little more difficult, but flash enough of saved-up cash and a gypsy cab will take you about anywhere. Getting into the bar?
That one was a little harder since every time she approached the front door the burly guard looked at her side-eye and twitched toward a phone she knew would call the cops in two key-strokes. But the back entrance, where they took out the trash? Not as guarded. So she slid inside and stayed in the shadows, looking around.
Jesus, and she thought Nick hung out in some seedy places. This was just priceless. Now she just had to find the right bar-stool from her drawing and she'd collect what she was there to collect.
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Still, she had to do it. So acting like she belonged so no one looked twice at her (because she really didn't look twenty-one, no matter what she said) she headed over and pulled herself up on the stool next to him.
"So, whatcha drinkin,' Sailor?"
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"Nothing that you're old enough for," he replied, downing the rest of the martini in a few gulps. "What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell let you in?" Look, he can be a responsible adult.
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She flagged the bartender and ordered a soda water, with a cute smile and a quip about being the designated driver to answer his incredulous look.
"And no one has to let me in anywhere. I do have some skill, you know."
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"I am perfectly capable of driving myself back. In a couple days. Or whenever I'm sober." He gave Cassie a scrutinizing look. "Yeah, but this is still a bar, and I'm pretty sure the legal drinking age isn't high school, here."
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She took a sip of her drink and made no indication that she's leaving him any time soon.
"And you're not going back in a few days, you're going back now."
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"And I'll go back when I want to. Which is not now."
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Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a drawing. Her and him, leaving the bar, with a clock.
"Me. You. Exit. Time."
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"Why'd you come after me? I can take care of myself."
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She sipped her drink and swung her legs a little on the stool.
"People miss you, and they're worried. And I could do something about it. My moment of altruism or something. Besides..." She tapped the picture, "I was gonna do it anyway."
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He sat back down and gave Cassie a considering look.
"Yeah. ...So I guess it's ..unfortunately, impossible to disappear here, huh. At least in my case." He glanced down at his hands for a moment. Yes, he'd had time to think while away, but not quite enough. Oh, well. He'd have to get used to this not-dying thing sooner or later, anyway.
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She frowned, she didn't mean to sound harsh, she was really trying to do this right.
"But yeah, if you try and hide from me, eventually I'll figure out where you'll be and I'll be there waiting for you. Unless I can't and then I call the Doctor and make him do this."
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He does. He hasn't been here terribly long, but he's still lost people he'd rather he hadn't. Like Rory.
"You don't need to call the Doctor," he said, a little harsher than he meant to. "It's not his problem to deal with. It's mine."
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"I mean we're at a bar, you might as well unload."
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"So just leave it alone."
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She took another drink of her soda and tried to stifle a yawn. She wasn't sleeping well, there was something big coming she couldn't quite see and she really didn't need to drag this out.
"Coming or not?"
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"Come on, then."
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She took a final pull on her soda and hopped off the stool.
"'Cause I'm not sure I have enough to get all the way home."
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"Let's go."
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She gave him a pointed look that spoke volumes as to what she might know about him now.
"EVER."
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"Don't worry, I promise I won't traumatize you or anything."
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She ducked into the cab, trying really hard to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.
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That blush wasn't going anywhere now, was it?
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Sorry, Cassie, you've piqued his interest. Now he'll never shut up. (Also, distraction is a fun thing.)
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She shook her head, this was beyond surreal and it kinda freaked her out.
"Listen, I'm not looking at it anymore, and I don't remember, he was just hot, okay?"
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"Of course he was hot, I have good taste."
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Change of topic? You bet, because the last thing she wants to do is talk about Jack's future love life like they're besties or something.
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She was just glad he was mostly sober.
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"Do me a favor? Next time you want to run away - leave you phone on so I can call you instead of having to drag myself out here?"
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It was her turn to be a little testy, she was sick of starting to get used to people being there and then having them... leave.
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He glances over at Cassie. "Sorry, anyway, that you had to come out here and get me."