Honestly, he thought you were made of tougher stuff than this. John's eyes flick back to Ianto, momentarily worried he's actually going to start choking, then back around the area with a poorly suppressed smile.

"Well they should work on being more open minded, and I am not nearly drunk enough for this conversation."

He turns back to lean on the bar, settling himself more comfortably, and studies Ianto sideways.

"Your hot date still standing you up?"