Perched atop said bar-stool was one Jack Harkness, midway through a martini. (Shaken, not stirred. The fact that Bond was even around to order those amused the hell out of him, honestly.) He hadn't been at this particular bar since Tuesday, just most of the night on Wednesday. He is, however, intent on his drinking. It's been a long time since he's had a decent martini, and this one is ..halfway decent, but hey. At least it's alcohol.