Ianto and Jack shuffled forward in the queue. They were gradually getting closer to the doors, but it felt like they’d been queuing forever.
“Whose bright idea was this anyway?” Jack grumbled. “It’s freezing out here!”
“Says the man with the big coat.” Ianto would have been amused if he hadn’t been so cold. “And it was your idea.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re right.”
They finally reached the front, showing their VIP passes and being granted admission to the venue. It was a relief to step inside out of the biting wind.
Jack gazed around, grinning. His first Star Trek convention!