12 The rain was heavier than expected, so I got out of my leather jacket and held it above my head. "Hey, what about me?" Freddie suddenly stopped, crossed his arms and looked at me jealously. "Oh, I am sorry. Come along, there´s room for two", I turned red and tried to hide it by laughing stupidly. Freddie followed my invitation immediately: He ducked his head, put his arm around my shoulder and grinned. We paced on again, eager to get out of the rain. It was some kind of challenge for me to have him this close and not to touch him. On reaching the club of Freddie´s choice, we got out from underneath my jacket and laughed like teenagers. We both shook our heads to get our hair on point. For me this was easy, even in the 80s I never had long hair. And you may remember what Freddie´s haircut looked like: He had those shoulder long hair. Said mane, which looked indeed sexy on him, was wet and hanging down in a not very elegant way. "Oh no, look at my head. I look terrible…", he was upset. "Hey, it´s not that bad. You still look good", I tried to cheer him up. "When we get in, I really need to go to the bathroom and dry my hair." I looked at him teasingly, then laughed. The porter let us in and Freddie headed to the bathrooms. And I had nothing better to do then to follow him … "I thought you wanted to take things slow… going to the bathroom with your date is not what I call a step-by-step way of dating", Ianto doubted that Jack, the straight forward one, was any different back then. "Don´t be so preoccupied! This was serious for me. Like when the two of us started dating I didn´t do you on a toilet on our first date. I am a civilised man! How come you think of me like that?", Jack was offended. "No, I didn´t want to say it like that, but to me you always seemed to be the one who holds the reins and does the first step", Ianto didn´t intend to portray his lover as resolute. "In this case I wasn´t even the one who asked for a date. I was asked for a date… well I was asked to go dancing." Luckily Jack wasn´t too offended by Ianto´s words. "Back to my story: You know these electric hand dryers that used to be in school toilets? Well, like a schoolgirl Freddie bowed down to dry his hair with the help of the hot air. At the very sight I burst into laughter again. "Hey, don´t laugh at me! Better help me getting my hair dry", Freddie was serious. So this was offensive: He ordered me to touch his hair. I obeyed. With both my hands I tousled his hair and I couldn´t avoid touching his neck. His hair was almost dry when I realised that he got goose-skin every time my fingertips touched his neck. He seemed electrified by my touch, so I concluded that he liked being touched by me. "Now do something to make it look normal again…", Freddie ordered me. I tried to untangle his curls and to restore the parting of his hair. "Have you ever thought about becoming a hairdresser? You did a great job", he said looking in the mirror and turning his head critically. "No, but thanks for the compliment." "And as a compensation and for your good job you´ll get a drink", on saying that he headed out of the bathroom and towards the bar. When I finally found him at the bar he gave me a glass of Whiskey. He bowed to my ear, so I could hear him over the music: "It´s Scottish Whiskey, since you´re half Scottish." I took a sip: "I actually like it. I feared you may order a fancy cocktail for me." "I don´t like cocktails. I am rather a fan of civilised drinks", Freddie said grinning. I looked around for the first time: It was a typical bar with a dancefloor on which all sorts of young people danced to what you call "oldies" nowadays. We stood there on the bar and looked around, then looked at each other and I recognised how he looked into my eyes. As we both finished our drinks. I grabbed Freddie by the arm and led him to the dancefloor. The first two songs were boring, "Space Odditiy" and "Horse With No Name", but we still had to warm up. Then "Tragedy" by the Bee Gees came on, I got caught by it and really started off. Never mind what I did. Freddie was a dancing-god, I swear! Back then the music was good, believe me, better then these 80s-Parties today. After 10 more songs I was a bit exhausted and Freddie took me by the arm and back to the bar again. He got us another drink. "You´re more than a respectable dancer. I don´t regret taking you here with me", said the man who danced way better. "I can only return the compliment, you dance like you never did anything else in your life. And I am relieved you don´t regret bringing me here. And I don´t regret saving your life, it would have been a great loss for the whole world…" "It was, indeed!", Ianto looked down at his hands. Then Jack´s hands took his head and petted his lover´s cheeks gently. He put a tiny kiss on his lips then put his arms around Ianto´s back. He whispered in his ear: "The world is mean; it takes a lot of great people from us and only if you´re lucky it leaves you with the one´s you love most. I am so happy you´re here with me", Jack kissed the back of Ianto´s head and a small tear ran out of his eye.