Space Cowboys [Jack]

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John wasn’t drunk. Being drunk, to him, meant lying down on the ground and having to hold on. He was just slightly tipsy, which was quite something, given his alcohol constitution. But the alcohol on this planet was good, very good, definitely when you compared it to that crap they served as alcohol on Earth. He’d tasted that, both times he’d been there, and really, it had been crap both times. Manufactured crap. The stuff in this place was real, and made his head sing. But he wasn’t too drunk to not take account of his surroundings. That would be suicidal, especially after the little...mess up he’d been through not so long ago. That was part of the reason he was here, after all. He wasn’t hiding. He was just enjoying being unseen. Or...from the wider perspective, anyway. He was also enjoying being seen, being very much seen right now.

The music was flooding through this club. It was wonderful, this place. He’d been here on a number of occasions. The planet wasn’t much, really, but the music was good and the drink was good, and hell, the people were pretty. That was where he was right now, in the middle of the crowd pressing onto the dance floor. And dancing, enjoying the feel of warm (warmer than humans, so much more lovely) bodies swaying to the pulsing beat all around him. And the hands, ohh...yep, he liked this place. The club itself was spread over four flours, each with walkways and passages leading to other rooms. But the main room was the best. The floor was of black glass, with multicoloured lights dancing across it in time to whatever was playing, and the ceiling was high. Open, but the bodies pressed together. And even better, he was small enough compared to the local species here to hide if trouble did come, and make his way to the exit.

He only detached himself from the pulsating dance floor to make his way to his bar. His tight shirt clung to his body, and he smirked as he purposefully brushed against other dancers. He knew it, of course, and why the hell shouldn’t he wear things like that? It didn’t feel uncomfortable, the material was modern in that sense, and people liked it. But he was him. He could quite probably look good in anything. He’d had to dump the jacket though, had chosen to leave it in his room, along with his sword and main weapons. They would bring the wrong sort of attention, and right now, he only wanted the right kind. He still had his wriststrap, of course, and weapons hidden out of sight. A fight kicking off in this place, he was prepared for, but had mixed emotions about actually looking forward to it. Currently, he was just enjoying the touching and the good attention he was receiving.

He reached the bar, and propped himself up onto one of the tall, stools, rather elegantly, considering the amount of drink he’d consumed. And flashed a smile at the faintly blue skinned woman serving at that moment. “Top me up, luv. Chuck in the same as the last.”

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TAG; jack harkness
WORDCOUNT; five.two.seven
OUTFIT; clubbing!
NOTES; Let it begin! xP

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[jacky]

Joy....That was the word that rang through Jack's head. Joy, he needed some sort of joy in his life. After the fiasco with the 4.5.6 and after what had happened with his daughter Jack Harkness simply wanted peace. He wanted to know that he could enjoy his immortality without having to suffer. He wanted to go back to the way things used to be. Before he ever joined Torchwood and before he ever met the doctor. Back to when he had fun and when he was free to do as he pleased. He hated being bogged down with memories. That was the problem. Jack always had to go and get attached to people. Maybe if he was just an ati-social hermit then he wouldn't always have to suffer some kind of loss. At this point Jack had lost hundreds of loved ones. He had seen friends and lovers die alike all at the hands of forces that Jack couldn't stop. Whether it was old age or some other crap going on in his life. That's why Jack fled earth. There were just to many painful memories. He wanted to go some place else. Someplace he could free his mind and just let loose.

And that's what Jack did. He had decided to go to a planet that wasn't to much but was still enough to have fun. He knew that going to some planets might end with him dying....Again....Or being thrown in prison or being chased down. Not that any of that wasn't fun, but it just wasn't something that Jack was in the mood for. He wanted something that he would allow him to just sit back behind the scenes and relax.

This is what Jack found as he entered the main room of the local nightclub. His ears were assaulted with pounding music as soon as he opened the door. Which made his heart race a little bit. The sheer amount of people in the club made Jack thankful that he had left his heavy military coat back at the hotel he was staying at. It wasn't often that he left his coat alone but he figured that he might as well just leave it, if all he wanted to do was hit the town for a night out. Besides it was odd. Old and outdated as some people might say to him and he didn't care to stand out very much this night.

He watched the bodies swaying to the music. The simple intimacy of close quarters clubbing made him smile. Though he wasn't one for dancing he loved to watch others move. It was enchanting sometimes, watching the sway of the bodies as a driving beat pumped out or even sometimes a slow melodic tune. He noticed a bar over on the other side of the room and he figured he should grab a drink. He carefully made his way through the crowd, pressing against the warm bodies, warmer then the humans he was used to and yet very comfortable. It took him a minute to actually reach the other side, as the song changed the dancing changed slightly meaning that he had to be more careful about how he chose to navigate the crowd.

As he finally approached the bar he sat down on a stool and looked along the shelves of drinks. Ah they had one of his favorites. A drink with a name to elegant for the harshness of the English language to say. It glowed green in it's bottle and Jack knew that it was almost as potent as a hyper vodka. He motioned for one of the exotic looking bar maids to come over and asked for a glass of that. The woman nodded, quickly filling up a glass, maybe only slightly larger then a shot glass and handed it to him with a smile that Jack returned whole heartedly. She was a hottie alright. Jack could see himself taking her home. In fact she reminded him faintly of a woman he had met before.

As Jack sat pondering this fact, his eyes traveled up the bar and his eyes passed over a man sitting down at the other end before quickly traveling back to the spot. From here of course he couldn't really tell who it was but he got the urge to get up and walk over to the man for a better look.

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Inspiration "State of Emergencey"
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The glass was slid over tha bars surface towards him, seeming to change colour from a pulsing texture within the liquid other than the lights being cast around the large room, and yet it still swirled in time to the music. Oddly, despite loving drinking and the rush alcohol could give a man, John chose the pretty looking ones, not the strongest ones. He never noticed how strong a drink was, anyway, not even the next morning. Hangovers were for simple species, after all, and he wasn't one of them. He swirled the glass, about the size of one of Earth's brandy glasses, watching the liquid as its texture seemed to change before his eyes, before downing it quickly.

He'd been thinking of Earth again. He hated that, really. He had no reason to think about that hellhole of a bad tourist destination. He'd spent less than one of their days on it's surface, in all his life, after all. And yet he kept comparing things to it. Making him believe that he was better off here than certain people were who were on there...or a certain someone anyway.

He shook his head violently to clear those thoughts, and slid the glass forward for another. The barmaid didn't notice though, she appeared to be serving another punter, serving them a pretty drink, like his. That was rather rude, ignoring him. No one else was, after all, and he was getting the urge to just go and dance amongst the slyly watching figures again, and revel in that attention. But first another drink. No service...so he'd have to make do. He reached out and plucked the glass that was in front of the guy sat beside him, drinking it with only a sweet smile given for the protest issued. There. Problem solved.

A chill crept up the back of his neck, and inwardly he tensed slightly. Outwardly he appeared the same, sending flirty looks towards the rather hot guy he'd just stolen from, but other than that, he was wary. Someone was watching him, and not like others were. He didn't know. He flicked his eyes around quickly between each seductive glance, taking in the crowd and the punters, and then glanced back along the row of punters again in a double take.

Slowly he tilted his head to the side, a small, disbelieving smirk gracing his features. Well well well..this was certainly a turn up....

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TAG; jack harkness
WORDCOUNT; five.two.seven
OUTFIT; clubbing!
NOTES; Posting via phone, sorry if coding messes up. Will fix it later. XP

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[jacky]

Jack stopped for a moment as the man got up and moved to another person at the bar. The realization dawned on him and he didn't know whether to be thankful for seeing a familiar old face or of he should just run now. John Hart was nothing but trouble but he had to admit it had been a long time since he had seen him. Well not to long anyway and considering the fact that their last meeting was marked by the death of his brother Gray he figured he should try and stay away from the guy. But then again what fun would that be? He might as well say hi right? Either that or he would probably end up being stalked by the man and have to listen to complaints about how Jack doesn't love him anymore. Which was true enough in it's own right. Sure he cared about the "Captain". But not the way he used to. In fact he wasn't sure if he ever really had. After Ianto Jack wasn't really sure if he had truly ever really loved anyone before he had met the young Welshman.

Better not to think about it. The thought of Ianto was making his stomach queasy. Jack took a deep gulp of the neon green drink in his hand before he walked over to John and his "friend.". He walked past John without so much a glance and sat down on the stool next to him. Glancing at the man he seemed to be seducing. Eh, he was cute at least. Not particularly eye catching in Jack's opinion but cute.

Jack picked up his drink and sipped it, turning in his seat to look out onto the dance floor. He pretended to act absorbed in the crowd and the rhythm of the music, but really his senses were on the man next to him. Jeez it had been a while since he had smelled someone with those 51st century pheromones. Even though Jack had them himself it made him wonder if that's really what he smelt like to other humans from earlier times. If so it made him wonder how they even managed to resist him. Ah there he goes again, with those vain thoughts. Not that he meant to be vain. It was a just a natural thing for him. After all he was brought up as a poster boy.

He wondered what John had been up to since he had left. Not doubt getting into trouble. Hopefully not killing too many more people. That was always the one thing that Jack hated about John. He seemed to quick to kill people. Unnecessary violence in Jack's opinion.
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_{Word Count Four Fifty Seven
Inspiration "Puppy Toy",Tricky
Tags John
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John was aware of the other man approaching. He wasn’t wary, or happy, oddly, just aware. It was easier being aware. After all, the last time he’d seen the man, he’d just accidently caused the death of two of his friends and then watched him have to put his brother in cryo. It hadn’t been the best of departures, although civilised, which had been quite nice. John had half expected to be shot. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the other man approached, turning back to the man he was flirting with as the Captain sat down. Sat down next to him. So...good time then? Or not. John didn’t know, and really, to be frank, didn’t care. But he did care about being ignored, which was apparently what the other man was doing now. How rude.

He waited for a moment, his back to the Captain, talking to the other man. Who was boring. But rather cute. And who had forgotten that he’d stolen his drink, so it was all good. But his attention wasn’t on that one. It was on the one now apparently watching the dancers, beside him. Hmmm...Jacky smell. Damn, he’d admit he’d missed that. Of course. It was so hard to find good 51st Century Pheneromes now. Although...Jack’s were faded slightly. He could smell the planet on it, slightly, that rotten, pit of a hell hole called Earth. Eww. He turned to the bar, tapping his glass between his two hands, suddenly addressing him, but without looking. “Y’know, last time I checked this wasn’t your little pet planet..” he drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side, looking at his glass from a different angle. Yep, was pretty from that way as well. “Don’t tell me you came here looking for me.”

No, really don’t tell him that. Because that would mean that he had been followed to this planet, and he had been so sure he’d managed to avoid that. Perhaps Jack...was he still going by that name? Might be. Could be another of his little fantasy’s...was just passing through. That was rather pleasant. But if he wasn’t, and was looking for him, that wasn’t so pleasant. John didn’t want to have to make a quick exit again. He was very nearly drunk, and wanted cute company for the night. That was another good thing about this planet. The nights were long, and oh, that was ever so fun. Maybe Jack would....Hmmm. Well, now, that put a grin onto his face, and he spun the stool around so he was now facing the other man, propping his elbow up on the bar elegantly. The movement made his shirt ripple nicely over his chest, which he knew. That was why he had done it. Hey, it was a club. Flirting was required.

“On the other hand...I certainly won’t mind if you were...” he purred, letting his eyes run appreciatively over the man’s profile. No, he didn’t look much different from the last time he’d seen him. Oddly, he even had the same...sad? John didn’t know, other people didn’t have emotions, in his mind....expression in his eyes. Intriguing. If he was interested, he might have even asked why that was there.

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TAG; jack harkness
WORDCOUNT; five.one.nine
OUTFIT; clubbing!
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
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[jacky]

“Y’know, last time I checked this wasn’t your little pet planet..”
The words made Jack chuckle to himself. Guess he had been on earth for a quite a while eh? Too long probably. Since he had been so determined to wait for the doctor in Cardiff. He had never left. He knew that the rift was the perfect place for the Doctor to refuel the TARDIS and after he had Torchwood Three dumped on him he didn't find the time nor the reason to ever leave Earth. Really Earth, might as well be his home planet. It's not as if he was particularly fond of the Boehain Peninsula anymore.

Jack still didn't bother to look at John. And he had a feeling that John wasn't looking at him either. After spending two weeks with him for five years he had a pretty good understanding of the man. Of course a pretty good understanding didn't mean that it was a great understand. Just better then most people. After all that's why they had been partners right? Jack was one of the few people ever able to really reason or understand Hart. Jack couldn't really explain it if he was asked to. He probably never would be able to. Something about their personalities just clicked, maybe it was the fact that Jack was confident around him. After all even if John did go psycho on him and kill him (as he had done before), it wouldn't matter.

"Looking for you? Please, your nothing but stress Hart.",he said, not seriously of course. In more of a playful tone.

Even though they had their spats and even though the last time they had met, all hell had broken out, he could never really hate John. John was to just to much to be around. He was like alcohol himself. Intoxicating but oh so tempting. He could never walk away without getting into some sort of fun with him even if it resulted in some minor or even Major injuries. He gave a side long glance at John just as he had turned around to face him. His eyes noticing the subtle rippling of his shirt over his chest. Crap...Jack shouldn't really be thinking about that now should he? After all what had happened between them was long since done for. Gone...Dead. No point in beating a dead horse. But then again it was tempting for him to lapse back into his old self. That would be rather exciting. Him and John, at least for tonight. Jack shook his head and kicked himself mentally.

"I'm sure you wouldn't.",he said. as he noticed Jack looking him over. Unlike the other man, Jack wasn't really wearing anything much different then he had been lately. Maybe he should change that, after all...He had planned to start over right? To get away from all the things that just happened? A new image might help. Or an old one. He sort of missed the simplicity of his older attire. Simple t-shirts and jeans. Not to mention they were a lot more convenient.

Jack turned in his seat finally, so that he was facing John, placing his drink on the counter. He gazed at him for a minute, a thoughtful look in his eye as if he was thinking about what he should say to him. Which really was what he was doing. He wondered what John was doing here but then again unlike Jack he didn't think John liked to stay in one place.

"So what brings you here John?",he finally asked after a moment. Hoping that he wasn't on the run for some serious murder or something.





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Inspiration "Puppy Toy",Tricky
Tags John
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A smirk spread on John’s face. A playful, teasing smirk, not a cruel one. How could he be cruel when he and Jack were already starting to initiate the playful banter which had always flowed so readily between them. If John was someone who had them, he’d say it was the banter which passes between friends. But...he wasn’t the sort to have friends, was he? No point at all when they kept leaving.

“What...no comment on your little home planet? Really?” Obviously not his own planet any longer, if he was here. Unless he’d just lived all the way through the time between the last time they’d seen each other. Which...may have been quite a while ago? He’d been a bit busy, hadn’t he, to take note of how much time had passed. Breaking out of a prison ship after something that had been completely not his fault at all took a lot of concentration and effort. And then there had been the array of clubs he’d been hidin...not hiding, keeping out of the way, since then. But of course, Jack didn’t need to know anything like that, did he? Noo...that would be trouble. Because, well...he didn’t really want trouble with Jack. Not if he had a chance of getting with Jack again, because hmmm...more yummy thoughts.

“Stress? Me? No, sweety. I’m a way to relieve stress in the best way possible,” he said with anothing little smirk. Oh, but he was. And hey, he enjoyed it. It was fun enough, for him, wasn’t it? “Don’t you remember?” he enquired innocently. He knew he did. John was hard to forget, after all, and him and Jack...well, they just worked. It was natural. Only...without all those hindering feelings and regrets, because it wasn’t a relationship. He didn’t think it ever had been. John couldn’t help it if his life had revolved around the other man at one point, could he? Not after that time loop.

Hmmmm, pretty eyes...pretty baby blues eyes. John was a sucker for baby blues, and Jack’s were beautiful. He tilted his head again, propping his head up on one arm, pursing his lips into a playful pout. “What...other than the sexy hot bodies and the amazing alcohol? Must you have really asked that?” He was not going to admit he was hiding. No, admitting he was hiding might just seen like he was asking for help, and that was just laughable. It was under control. He just stayed lying low until it all blew over. Sorted.

“I would ask about you, but seriously? If it involves a sob story, you know that I don’t really want to know. It’s a shame killing you, Jack. No point wasting ammo if you don’t stay down.” Plus...it made him feel weird. But that was like feelings, and John didn’t do them. Well, except for Jack, apparently. But Jack was the exception to every rule, wasn’t he? It was really annoying, that. Well, almost every rule. He had noticed the other’s man flick to his chest, and yes...Jack couldn’t resist temptation no better than anyone else. John maybe be dangerous, and unpredictable, but it was better than being predictable all the time, which...well, Jack was, pretty much. Two weeks turned into five years did that.

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TAG; jack harkness
WORDCOUNT; five.one.nine
OUTFIT; clubbing!
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; ---

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[jacky]

"There's nothing to say about it.",Jack replied, his face darkening as he gripped the glowing green drink and swirled it around. He knew John didn't wanna hear about everything that had happened. He'd probably think that Jack was overreacting or being sentimental or something. Besides he could always tell John some other time. Is John was staying here on the planet for a while anyway. Now just wasn't the time to bring it up. He'd rather focus on the present. Here and now for as long as he could, until he got over it.

He couldn't but smirk at John's comment though. He knew that even though he was being funny, it was one of the truest things he had probably ever said. John tapped into something that was amazing and exciting all at the same time. Something that Jack could never get tired of. Even if he could get tired of John's mouth on occasion. And the best way to get John to shut up was a hell of a time for Jack.

"How could I forget?",he replied with a smirk.

He shook his head at John's explanation. Of course...He should have expected something like that. Guess it really was some kind of freak coincidence then that they were here together. But sometimes it was hard for Jack to swallow the fact that people could just meet like this for no reason. I mean come on, for no reason at all? It was one thing for fate to bring two people together for unexplained reasons but for simple passing fancies? Maybe Jack was reading to much into the situation. again he was being uptight. He wasn't off monitoring the rift for god's sake. So why couldn't something simple and normal happen for one without him over analyzing the whole thing?

He sighed and rolled his eyes without meaning to. Of course, just like he thought. If wasn't a short and sweet story John wouldn't want to hear it. He always figured that stories like that were just to emotional or something for John. Jack knew that John didn't like to show emotions that much, not like true feelings anyway, but he suspected that John was really just a softie at heart. At least that's what he hoped. After all could someone really be like that from the inside out?
"Stress.",he said simply after a few moments.
"To much stress back home.",,he knocked back the rest of his glass and gazed down at the counter. Hoping that his words were as carefree as he wanted them to be. And not the shaky uncertainty he felt in his head.
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Inspiration "State of Emergencey"
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