It hadn't occured to Jack, but once Sulu'd mentioned it, a very wide grin spread across Jack's face. "Oh yeah," Jack said, practically rocking on his heels, the effect a little different thanks to the Starfleet captain's uniform that he was wearing, rather than his normal blue shirt and braces. "It does, doesn't it?" He drank down a good portion of the rest of his coffee, practically bouncing at the thought. "Ianto, you wouldn't mind if we took the long way to work, would you?" He said it like he cared very little about what Ianto's response was going to be, he was going to do it anyway.
Ianto cradled his mug to his face as best he could, with only one hand, and looked at Jack. He knew it was hopeless, a lost cause to try and convince Jack that that might be a bad idea. "Jack... You know you're going to be driving my car, right? Not the SUV. No sirens to work with. If you're being too reckless, we are going to be pulled over."
Jack shrugs. "Relax. All I have to say is," he puts on his official voice, "Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood, authorization code: 474317," before speaking normally again, "and then make up some excuse about why we were joyriding through the center of Cardiff. Easy. I'm good at coming up with things on the spot, I've been doing it for years." And years, and years. Before Torchwood, he'd been a conman, and it was hard to be a conman if you weren't quick on your feet when it came to making up stories. Not that he lied to his friends, not often at least. He needed someone to be honest to, to make him feel more like a real person and not a fixed point in space and time. Even if even to Ianto, the person who knew the most about him, he was never completely honest. "Come on then, boys, drink up, and let's get this show on the road!"
Ianto rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. He had a feeling that he was the only one who wasn't going to enjoy Jack's joyriding around the city. He thanked every deity he could think of that he wasn't the one who'd been changed into a woman, because really, womanly shrieking was really quite unbecoming. At least with his Y chromosome intact, he could keep it all inside his head.
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Ianto cradled his mug to his face as best he could, with only one hand, and looked at Jack. He knew it was hopeless, a lost cause to try and convince Jack that that might be a bad idea. "Jack... You know you're going to be driving my car, right? Not the SUV. No sirens to work with. If you're being too reckless, we are going to be pulled over."
Jack shrugs. "Relax. All I have to say is," he puts on his official voice, "Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood, authorization code: 474317," before speaking normally again, "and then make up some excuse about why we were joyriding through the center of Cardiff. Easy. I'm good at coming up with things on the spot, I've been doing it for years." And years, and years. Before Torchwood, he'd been a conman, and it was hard to be a conman if you weren't quick on your feet when it came to making up stories. Not that he lied to his friends, not often at least. He needed someone to be honest to, to make him feel more like a real person and not a fixed point in space and time. Even if even to Ianto, the person who knew the most about him, he was never completely honest. "Come on then, boys, drink up, and let's get this show on the road!"
Ianto rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. He had a feeling that he was the only one who wasn't going to enjoy Jack's joyriding around the city. He thanked every deity he could think of that he wasn't the one who'd been changed into a woman, because really, womanly shrieking was really quite unbecoming. At least with his Y chromosome intact, he could keep it all inside his head.