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laliginFandom: Torchwood (shock horror!)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 245
Summary: For once, Owen's glad he hasn't been drinking...
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer Challenge 2.01 - Boys' Night Out
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“Look,” Owen tells them for the third time, “just sit here and I’ll fetch the SUV.”
“You can’t drive,” Ianto says, swaying on his feet and eyeing the grass suspiciously. “You’re dead.”
“I’ll drive,” Jack offers, with cheerful disregard for the fact that he’s acting like he’s had ten times as much to drink as he actually managed before they got called out.
Ianto shakes his head, pointing accusingly at a spot a foot or so to Jack’s left. “You can’t drunk either, you’re drive.”
Owen looks down at the device in his hand, which is still occasionally flashing purple, and sighs.
“I,” Jack declares loudly, ignoring Ianto, “am going back to the bar. More drink.”
“I’ll drive,” Ianto says, patting Jack’s shoulder vaguely and then putting a finger to his lips. “I only had the one, I’m fine.”
Jack pulls him closer, slinging an arm around his waist, and Ianto takes the opportunity to slump inelegantly against him, closing his eyes.
Owen watches as Jack tries to lean against Ianto as well, and is impressed that they manage to hold each other up as long as they do. Then they go down in a giggling heap.
Briefly, Owen feels distinctly left out. With this thing, getting hammered would have been so much cheaper while he was alive.
And then he thinks about the hangovers Jack and Ianto are going to suffer tomorrow, and smirks to himself.
Perhaps there are advantages to this after all.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 245
Summary: For once, Owen's glad he hasn't been drinking...
Prompt: For the
writerinadrawer Challenge 2.01 - Boys' Night OutEnhanced Effects
“Look,” Owen tells them for the third time, “just sit here and I’ll fetch the SUV.”
“You can’t drive,” Ianto says, swaying on his feet and eyeing the grass suspiciously. “You’re dead.”
“I’ll drive,” Jack offers, with cheerful disregard for the fact that he’s acting like he’s had ten times as much to drink as he actually managed before they got called out.
Ianto shakes his head, pointing accusingly at a spot a foot or so to Jack’s left. “You can’t drunk either, you’re drive.”
Owen looks down at the device in his hand, which is still occasionally flashing purple, and sighs.
“I,” Jack declares loudly, ignoring Ianto, “am going back to the bar. More drink.”
“I’ll drive,” Ianto says, patting Jack’s shoulder vaguely and then putting a finger to his lips. “I only had the one, I’m fine.”
Jack pulls him closer, slinging an arm around his waist, and Ianto takes the opportunity to slump inelegantly against him, closing his eyes.
Owen watches as Jack tries to lean against Ianto as well, and is impressed that they manage to hold each other up as long as they do. Then they go down in a giggling heap.
Briefly, Owen feels distinctly left out. With this thing, getting hammered would have been so much cheaper while he was alive.
And then he thinks about the hangovers Jack and Ianto are going to suffer tomorrow, and smirks to himself.
Perhaps there are advantages to this after all.
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Date: 2008-05-17 01:00 am (UTC)ROFL
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Date: 2008-05-17 01:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-21 11:53 am (UTC)I can just see this happening in my head - amazing!
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Date: 2008-05-21 03:56 pm (UTC)(: I'm so glad you enjoyed it, thanke!