[RM] 1.87.2 - Drinking for the Holidays

[onlysayinghello]

The Following Letter has been sent out via Pyschic Paper, or personal courier to the following people after most parties he attends. This sort of thing happens often with Jack and he's learned to since be prepared. Here are those that have received this letter, or at some point in their life will receive this letter: The Doctor (Tenth & Ninth & Eleventh), Martha Jones, The Rani, Toshiko Sato, Sarah Jane Smith, Owen Harper, Reinette, George Clooney (met at the Martini Party of The Rani's), Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, ChannThoux, Gwen Cooper, Lady Cassandra, Three of the Sisters of Plenitude, The Master, Lucy Saxon, Ianto Jones, Mickey Smith, Suzie Costello, Jake Simmonds, and Lynda Moss.

Dear _______________,

So the other night I've gathered that I had a bit too much too drink. Not that I'm really to blame when people (read: you) kept bringing it to me. Honestly I had one in each hand most of the night. Still it was a fantastic party and I'm glad that we got a chance to reconnect.

Oh and about what happened?

You're welcome.

You're very welcome.

- Captain Jack Harkness

PS - When you realize you're going to live a very long time you realize there is no room for regrets, or apologies unless you really didn't mean to do something. I'm pretty damn sure I meant for that to happen.

Comments

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Dear Jack,

It's all right. I just hope you aren't too sore.

Love,
The Doctor

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

Captain Harkness:

You certainly had 'one in each hand most of the night', all right.

Since we're agreed there's no room or need for regrets and apologies, I won't make empty speeches of contrition for trying to get you ratholed. I will instead let you know that my sole regret of the evening was missing you getting the last of the clothing off whilst I was in the loo, holding George's jacket whilst he was being ill. Really, you'd think a movie star could hold his liquor better.

I'm sure there will be another opportunity. Even if I have to manufacture one.

Sincerely,
R.

[sarahs-attic.livejournal.com]

(On a scrap of notebook paper.)

Dear Jack,

Are you blaming me for getting you drunk? How do you think I keep tabs on Torchwood?

Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All is forgiven.

And I'm with you on the regrets thing.

Give my best to your team,

Sarah

[imatwat.livejournal.com]

Jack,

No fucking worries. I was pissed off my nut as well. Can't remember much, but I'm sure a good time was had by all.

Let me just say that forgiveness is a bloody wonderful thing.

Owen.