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WHO: Jack Harkness and you!
WHERE: Some coffeeshop!
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WARNINGS: Jack. That's it.
SUMMARY: Jack hangs out at a coffee shop and talks boys with Jessica. Or whoever, he's not picky.
FORMAT: Words?

[Jack's sprawled out in some corner of a relatively quiet cafe, reading a book. The coffee, true, is not as good as Ianto's. But it's close, even though it's making him a bit homesick. He's waiting for Jessica to join him, though of course he would not be opposed to other company. Come bother him!]

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[He gets his drink from the barista with a nod and thanks, then twists back in Jack's direction, shaking his coffee cup slightly as though that'll help it cool down.]

Not to sound like a narcissist, but you must have pretty good focus not to notice. We're not exactly the most -- [gesturing at his costume] -- discreet bunch, and that's without the crosstown throwdowns with giant robots and megalomaniacal supernazis.

[It probably won't, but good luck with that. Jack's sort of draping himself across the bar at the moment, purely because he can.]

Eh, I know, but I'm used to blowfish aliens stealing sports cars and driving across Cardiff. Usually with a bit more tentacles, though.

[Since Jack's clearly not going to, Spidey shrugs apologetically at the guys behind the counter.]

Tentacles I know all about, believe you me. Blowfish aliens, can't say I've had the -- erm -- pleasure.

[Yeah, sorry baristas. They probably hate him a little. :c]

They're not too much trouble, honestly. Only if they're on drugs and have blasters.

In fairness, most people are trouble if they're on drugs and have blasters.

Well, yes, I suppose that's true enough. He ended up being sent by an ex of mine anyway.

So... what exactly did you say you did for a living?

Security. Unless you mean at home, in which case it's a bit different kind of security.

Yeah, that's not at all uncomfortably euphemistic...

...Well, let's put it this way. Here, I don't fight aliens. ....All that often, anyway.

Y'know, it's funny ... we've averaged at least one disaster per month since I got here, just ballparking, and yet we've only had one alien invasion and that was just ten Skrulls. Kinda weird, at least by my universe's standards.

[Spidey takes his drink from the barista with a murmur of thanks and tilts his head towards Jack and back at the bar.]

You getting anything?

Yeah, it's a bit weird for mine, too. Loads of aliens in Cardiff.

[He nods back to his (now empty) table.]

I've got some already, over there.

Cardiff? As in Wales, right? What were aliens doing in Cardiff?

[He shuffles his feet slightly, feeling awkward. He's been enjoying the conversation more than he expected, but Cap'n Jack hasn't been what one could call subtle about his -- admiration -- and Spider-Man doesn't want to send mixed signals. Beyond the arguable point of being a straight man dressed in skintight, multicolor spandex, that is.]

Right. Ah...

Long story involving an interdimensional rift going right through the Plass.

[He nods to that table, with a grin.] You're welcome to join me if you want.

Well, you can't just casually drop an interdimensional rift into a conversation with a physicist and not expect him to follow up on it.

[He hops into a seat opposite Jack's and leans forward.]

This "Plass" thing -- it's in Wales?

Knew I'd catch your attention somehow. [That charming smile is back, looking a little more smug than normal, but don't worry, he's not really flirting. Much.]

Sure is. It's a square in Cardiff.

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