[Jack has been drinking. Blame Martha, she gave him the booze. It's a wonder he has enough to get this drunk right now. Another few shots and he may have some serious alcohol poisoning going on. It's been a bad night and what pretending he's done has taken its toll. But a thought has occurred to him, and its giving him a little joy. He would like to share this thought. Jack holds up one finger on each hand; they should be even, but. Really. They're just very unsteady.]

Tosh. [He waves his left finger about. This is Tosh.] Owen. [Right hand!] You two. You two, you two. You should. Y'know. Have you? You should.

[And now are there's a lewd hand gesture or two. He's on a chair without arms and is about two seconds from toppling over. Especially giving how much he's laughing.] You really, really real should.

[The hand gestures have to pause, because he's reaching for his glass and taking a few more gulps. Alcohol poisoning ahoy. Some of the humor seems to be swallowed as well, because Jack isn't as happy looking when he lowers the glass.]

Doctor. Doc, I'm mad at you. Not with the scarf and the flower...flora thing, you. One with the hair. Yeah. Mad.

This could be worse.

It's bound to be better than the last bar I was at, anyway - speaking of, stay away from the Gliese system, kids. They aren't very friendly there. I've had better service in the Silver Devastation; and the hypervodka was watered down. Huge disappointment.

So I guess this is a fresh fresh start. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. I'll be a warden here for a while. Now, who wants to start the introductions? I've got all the time in the world.