likesthecoat | oh, my head

Fortunately I have all the ingredients for my never-fail hangover cure on hand, since this was intended to be a weekend of drunken debauchery.

Still. Didn't think it would get quite so drunken as it did.

Sam is a delightful guest, by the way, and he actually wore the kickass corsage all day (even though I got it mostly as a joke, but hey, why not see the joke through to the end if you're that type of bloke). Also made a brave attempt at speaking Welsh at Y Mochyn Du, which won him ~~some phone numbers~~ the grudging respect of the clientèle.

Playing video games probably would have been a better idea before the pub crawl rather than after. My score in Silent Hill was horrible. And he may have kicked my arse at Guitar Hero but I kicked his at Dance Dance Revolution. We also broke in my Wii, which I haven't had a chance to play much since I got it, and all I can say about that is thank God for the wristbands or there would have been flying controllers all over the place.

We'll be getting on the train to Winchester to meet up with Near and Matt in a few hours. Gentlemen, we'll be the tall blokes wearing sunglasses and grumbling.

Also, Sam says to tell you all hello, Welsh beer is not as good as Dutch beer and he has photographic evidence of my capacity for evil.

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[Private to Lorne]

I also have a list.

I like lists. They make life feel so organized.

[Private to Ianto]

That's so terribly you that it makes me smile.

[Private to Lorne]

Lists . . . coffee . . . lists about coffee . . .

[Private to Ianto]

Mmm...lists about coffee, that's my Ianto.

[Private to Lorne]

Tongue icon.

Oh, that's cruel, mate.

[Private to Ianto]

All I get in return is coffee, and I'm the cruel one?

Here, have another.

[Private to Lorne]

I don't have any pictures of my tongue.

[Private to Ianto]

Now ain't that a cryin' shame.

[Private to Lorne]

You'll just have to use your imagination, then.

[Private to Ianto]

I'm getting pretty good at that, actually.

[Private to Lorne]

That'll come in handy in this situation, though as I said, I'm happy to offer any sort of assistance that I can.

[Private to Ianto]

Assistance in imagining your tongue?

[Private to Lorne]

In any way I can.

*licks the screen*

[Private to Ianto]

It's a damn good thing I'm in my quarters right now and not in my office.

[Private to Lorne]

Why? So you don't have to explain how big of a dork your . . .whatever we are . . is?

[Private to Ianto]

So I don't have to explain why I had a funny sort of grin on my face at the thought of you licking your screen.

[Private to Lorne]

And I don't have to explain how I know that my screen tastes like cleaning fluid. Ugh.

[Private to Ianto]

*laughs* That's what you get for trying to seduce me with your screen-licking.

[Private to Lorne]

I told you I'm no good at this seduction thing.

[Private to Ianto]

And I believe I told you that you're much better than you give yourself credit for.

What do you think that funny sort of grin was all about?