The first thing that greeted the Welshman was the amount of people in the room. The pub was packed, not an empty seat to be seen abort from the table upfront labeled reserved. He swallowed a lump in his throat, pulling up the collar of his coat and dashing behind the stage.
"Ianto! Good to see that you could make it mate!" The guitarist slapped his shoulder.
"Yea, good to see you Anthony. What are we playing tonight?" Rhys came up beside him.
"We were going to let you choose. You're the one with your personal life on the line." Ianto shrugged, but couldn't help biting his lip nervously. He felt a flood of comfort and knew that Jack was trying to help calm him. Ianto pealed out of his coat, hanging it on a peg before turning back to his band mates. They all looked at him quizzically, as though he were some new and foreign creature.
"What?" The three men exchanged glances, each one smiling in turn.
"What's with the clothes man." Ianto looked down, trying to swallow his embarrassment.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" Rhys shook his head, grinning madly.
"Did your girlfriend dress you?" The Archivist paled slightly, but held his tongue.
"I told you, I don't have a girlfriend." Rhys nodded
"Sure you don't. You just randomly decided to add a waistcoat to your get-up. You don't happen to wear a suit at work do ya?" Ianto shifted uneasily.
"Yes. Now we should probably -." The bassist threw a fist into the air triumphantly.
"See? I was right! She does work with him!" Ianto rolled his eyes, grabbing the mic off of its stand and testing it.
"We only have 30 minutes until 8 guys. Let's figure out what we're doing, and after the show I may introduce you guys to my coworkers."
"We get to meet Ianto Jones' friends! I was afraid that we would only know Gareth." Another eye roll.