Dorian Gray

Dorian couldn't remember what tonight's event was for, and he didn't much care. Drinks and pretty people were enough to get him to swing by. He was even, sort of, having a good time. A very drunk ambassador had shared some very interesting information, and he was heading back for another round when... When he spotted Jack.

Jack Fucking Harkness. How the hell was he even alive? It had been well over a century since their breakup.

It occurred to him Jack might have the same question.

Shit.