5

Jack could not believe his eyes.

He had arrived to pick up Ianto expecting to find a suited and voted man there waiting for him but instead… Ianto was in a pair of the tightest black jeans and a painted on muscle-T. Oh god… Jack's mouth went dry as the man looked like he was about to take part on a STOMP music video or something.

"I know" Ianto started the conversation with a hand waving up and down over himself "Grandy does not like the 'rent boy' look and I wear those suits for him. I really prefer a little fun."

"Right then… jacket? Or can I look at those guns all night?" Jack asked, looking at those lovely muscles.

Ianto laughed as he hooked a denim jacket from the coat rack and Jack grinned, offering his arm as Ianto shoved at him.

Owen and Toshiko were at the bar, waving happily as the others with them roared and ordered more drinks. The evening was fun, Ianto laughing and enjoying himself as he sat on his one beer like a boss. Jack watched and noticed that. Also maniacally checking it all the time. Did he have a drinking problem?

The heat started to get to Ianto and he slipped off the jacket, Jack now settling back to grin as he watched others around the pub look and look again. Wow. He was HOT. Jack was so pleased to just be there to see this side to the normally quiet man. His laugh was amazing, open mouthed, head back and that Adam's apple bobbing.

As the night wore on Jack went to get drinks for the table and didn't come back. Ianto leaned back to see where he was and saw he was chatting to a woman with huge boobs and he was more interested in them than the gap in her teeth. Ianto felt a flare of anger that rivalled the heat of the bar.

"Owen… I am going to get some air" Ianto called over the table and Owen waved a hand to show he heard him. Ianto rose and stomped for the side door to the alley forgetting his jacket which was fine, he was so hot under the collar he really didn't need one.

Ianto felt like a pussy for not just going home when he was clearly being upgraded back there but now he was outside without his jacket he remembered his wallet and phone were in the pockets of said jacket, along with his fucking dignity. He wished he smoked. He leaned back and looked up at the stars, sighing as he knew he was going to go back in and act like nothing was wrong … as per usual.

"Excuse me?"

Ianto turned his head to find a woman standing there in a business suit, her hair messy like she had come off work and had a couple of drinks.

"You alright there love?" Ianto asked straightening up "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah… yes. Just wondering… how much."

Ianto was confused. How much had he been drinking? Was that any of her business? "Huh?"

She looked him up and down and repeated "How much."

Ianto blinked, and then said "I'm sorry love. I have no idea what the hell you mean."

"Oh sorry, is that not how it works? You see… I … I don't usually do this sort of thing but… I've had a shit week" she slumped.

"Tell me about it, seems to be the air this time of year. Never mind, pretty girl like you seems to be doing better than some around here" Ianto said with a soft smile of friendship.

She seemed to perk up "Oh, good. You think I look nice?"

"Of course" Ianto was overly confused now "Ah… nice suit. Good lines, tailored but… the jacket is a little bulky. You know… if you went to Sorenson's and Co they can do you a nice jacket that hides that holster for you, it's a bit obvious under these lights. Are you private security or something?"

She stared at him, her turn to be confused "what?"

Ianto frowned "You know… I think we are having two completely different conversations. Ya know? I am out here catching some air and you come along to have a conversation like we are reading two different scripts."

"No. No… I know you. I've seen you here before" she defended, her finger coming out to poke at him "I need to know… what's your price."

Ianto started to bristle "Look love, I don't know you from a bar of soap and to be honest… you cannot have seen me here before because this not my local."

"Ah" she grinned like she had won something. Ianto frowned deeper as she again demanded "So… what do you charge then!"

"Depends" Ianto was feeling annoyed now "Do you want a first edition or a top seller! Or just a bodice ripper?"

"Oh, are those codes?" she asked, "A … top seller?"

"Well… then... that can be anything form a fifty upwards" Ianto shrugged.

She grinned like the fucking IT clown thing, then seized his wrist "Gotcha! You're nicked!"

Ianto stared at her like she was insane and then the cold metal slapped his wrist, making him look down as she secured the first handcuff and tried to swing him into the wall. He did what anyone with his past history would do if a Stanger tried to kidnap him. He head butted her and yanked at his arm while screaming for help.

"Someone call the police, this silly bitch is trying to kidnap me… HELP" he then staggered back as she threw a punch at him, slamming into the wall and his head made a dull thinking nose as it connected, then he slid down the wall with a grunt of pain.

"TASER… TASER… TASER"

Then it all went black.