"You guys are late." Owen snapped, a glass of vodka before him.

"Crowds. And what are you doing with that? You remember what happen last time you drank?" Jack chided, both of the men shuddering at the memory.

"I'm not drinking. I'm letting it evaporate on my tongue. It feels wrong you know, to go to a bar and not have a drink." Rhys nodded, while Gwen simply shook her head.

"You too come together?" Rhys pointed at Tosh and Owen, the latter of which blushed softly in the pale light. She hadn't changed anything, of her appearance, save for adding lipstick and a necklace. To her ensemble"

"I'll take that as a yes. Speaking of together. Gwen was telling me about you and Ianto." Rhys turned to Jack, who smiled happily.

"Yep, I couldn't be happier." Rhys laughed, grabbing a bear from a servers tray.

"Good on you mate. He's a great bloke." Rhys looked around him, concern etching his features. "Speaking of, Were is the Coffee-boy?"

The lights went out across the bar, leaving the room nearly black. Every quieted, save for the clinking of glasses around the room. A small bald woman in tattered jeans and a skin tight tank top appeared on stage, a violet spotlight on her.

"Hello everybody. I am here to introduce tonight's act, a burgeoning young band from Cardiff, preforming songs from their new album, everyone give a warm Creoso to Blue Gillespie!" Cheers could be heard from around the room as the woman left the stage. A soft guitar stream filled the air and a forth figure filled the darkness. Jack felt Ianto panic slightly, the emotions of everyone in the room weighing down on him. Jack closed his eyes focusing in on Ianto and pushing every ounce of strength he had into the man.

"Pob Lwc Yan." Ianto felt himself nearly topple, before his lover's strength buoyed him onto the stage. He heard the guitar playing, and felt himself closing off to everything but the music and his captain. He could do this. He would do this. The lights snapped on, and his eyes snapped open as he began to sing.

Rhys choked on his beer, looking from the stage, around the table, and then back at the stage. Was he the only one who saw it? None of the others look shocked at the singer's resemblance to their tea-boy.

Gwen was staring up, her eyes wide with awe. She hadn't believed that the Welshman could sing, but it was definitely him on the stage. His voice flowing from the speakers around the room. She was impressed, he was amazing. His voice was melodic, and velvety, a rare talent for his music.

Owen was genuinely entertained. Tea-boy was a remarkably talented singer sure, but the band was equally as impressive. The guitar was strong, the bass line even, the drums incredibly well composed. This night really wouldn't be so bad.

Tosh was proud. Her usually so bashful best friend was on stage, in front of bar room full of people, singing as though there was no care in the world.

Jack was in love. He was gazing dreamily up at his lover, who was now singing a fast tempo song that had him moving and yelling and sweating. The pure joy and freedom that the normally reserved Archivist had in that moment was breathtaking. It was made more powerful by the bond that they shared.

Ianto sang. Everything else was gone from him then. Torchwood, Gwen, Jack, everything. IT was just the beat of the music and the lyrics and the sound, that made up his being at that moment. One song ended, and then another, and another, song after song, yet he didn't tire. He felt as though he could sing forever. Yet nearly as soon as it had begun, it seemed, it was over. The audience were cheering and clapping and taking pictures. Ianto could hear the rest of the band panting behind him. He came back to earth slowly, his adrenaline high leaving him as he caught his breath. Anthony gave him his cue to say goodbye, and he did so with a bow. He left the stage quickly, collapsing into a chair and chugging the bottle of water that appeared before him. He heard the noise of the bar return to normal, he felt his pulse slow, and senses return to him. Then His band appeared before him, all still slightly winded, but grinning broadly.

pob lwc= good luck