Thirty Flavours of Torchwood

[laligin]

Right, because I'm far too tempted, this is opening up much quicker than I'd planned. :D Thanks go to those who gave me prompts (and if you want to add some, do feel free - it's never too late).

Right. Here's how this works.

Here are Thirty Flavours of Torchwood.

You pick a prompt. Then, for that prompt, you pick any member of the Torchwood Team (past or present) or any such combination you please, add an extra condition or two if you want, and I write it for you in the comments.

The idea is that I write a drabble-size piece, but they may start at 100 words and head off into the sunset... And I will put the whole set in one post when they're done, for neatness' sake. :)

Crossovers are allowed, I suppose, but I'm not too well aware of many other fandoms (not even Buffy) so be cautious...

Eek. I hope this works. ^_^'


DONE 1. Bloodied
DONE 2. Claustrophobic
DONE 3. Cold
DONE 4. Confused
DONE 5. Cuddly
DONE 6. Dancing
DONE 7. Daydreaming
DONE 8. Divided
DONE 9. Domestic
DONE 10. Ecstatic
DONE 11. Efficient
DONE 12. High
Claimed 13. Hunted
DONE 14. In-denial
DONE 15. Lost
DONE 16. On-a-roll
DONE 17. Point-of-no-return
DONE 18. Proud
DONE 19. Reading
DONE 20. Researching
DONE 21. Secretive
DONE 22. Silent
DONE 1 Claimed 1 23. Silver-tongued
Claimed 24. Singing-in-the-rain
DONE 25. Sleepy
Claimed 26. Snarky
DONE 27. Sorrowful
DONE 28. Suspicious
DONE 29. Victorious
DONE 30. Warm


All prompts now claimed! Working on them. ^_^

Oh, and if you don't like the drabble (or... er... short fic) tell me and I'll do another. XD

Comments

[laligin.livejournal.com]

*tries to look innocent* Well... This has only taken me two years... *hides* Sorry! Ahem. Doubtless you no longer care, but here are 1040 words of flirty!tipsy!Jack/Rhys... In two parts! ^_^'

One For The Road

“Well, this is nice,” Jack says brightly, leaning back in the booth with his arm oh-so-casually draped over the cushions at Ianto’s back.

Ianto leans forward a little more, catching Gwen’s sympathetic smile as Rhys slides in opposite him.

“I’ll get the first round,” Gwen suggests. “What does everyone want?”

“Just a pint for me, love,” Rhys tells her.

Ianto nods. “Same here.”

“And water for Jack,” Gwen says, starting to turn away.

Perhaps it’s because she assumes it so easily, and Jack hates to be predictable, or perhaps it’s because Ianto’s little not-in-public reaction stung more than he wants to let on, or perhaps he’s just in the mood to be contrary (personally, Ianto thinks it’s the amused look on Rhys’s face that does it) but Jack says quickly, “No, thanks Gwen. I’ll have a pint as well.”

There’s a pause for a fraction of a second as Gwen stares at him, but Jack holds her gaze until she says, “Rhys, sweetheart, give me a hand carrying the drinks, will you?”

Rhys, who’s evidently just got comfortable in the booth, sighs, and shuffles out to follow her up to the bar. Ianto turns immediately to Jack, who’s withdrawn his arm and is toying with a beermat.

“What happened there?”

Jack gives him a look of pure manufactured innocence, to which Ianto shakes his head in exasperation. Jack just shrugs.

After a couple of minutes of slightly awkward silence, Gwen and Rhys make a triumphant return with four pints. This time Gwen slides in to sit opposite Ianto, leaving Rhys facing Jack. The two of them stare at each other for a second, then Rhys looks down to pick up his drink. Jack sits back with a hint of a smug smile on his face.

Ianto exchanges a look with Gwen, then glances pointedly away at the wall as he sips his pint.

From the corner of his eye he can see Gwen nod.

It’s going to be a long night.

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After a couple of hours, Ianto’s still nursing the last drops of his pint, quite put off finishing it by Rhys and Jack’s unspoken competition. He’s lost count of how many drinks they’ve had, matching each other sip for sip, now trying to outdo each other with jokes and anecdotes. Jack, of course, has risen to this new challenge with all the arrogance of a stage performer, and all the taste of late night TV.

Rhys is holding his own, though. And the more they drink, the louder and longer they’re laughing at each other’s jokes.

Gwen’s been drawing patterns in the drips on the table for the last twenty minutes.

In perfect unison, Rhys and Jack down the last of their current pints and slam the empty glasses onto the table. This sets Jack giggling for a minute, then he slaps his hands to the table and manages to stand up, declaring, “Next round’s mine! Gwen, Ianto, what’ll you have?”

“Oh, no thanks, Jack,” Gwen says, waving one hand, and Ianto raises his glass, making his own excuses with a quick, “Haven’t finished this yet.”

“Just you and me, then,” Jack tells Rhys, with a leer and a wink, and saunters off to the bar.

To Gwen and Ianto’s surprise, Rhys laughs.

“Rhys, pet, do you think you’ve had enough yet?” Gwen asks him, as he sits back with a smile.

“Oh, I’m fine, I am,” Rhys says airily. “Anyway, I haven’t told Jack about that time with Daf and the nuns yet. You remember?”

“I’ve done my best to forget,” Gwen tells him, giving Ianto desperate looks.

“Be back in a bit,” Rhys says, struggling to his feet and weaving off towards the toilets, pausing to express comradeship with the rugby supporters watching some small-time match on the big screen.

“Ianto,” Gwen says pleadingly, “we’ve got to get them out of here. They won’t be able to walk if they take much more.”

Ianto nods, and gets up to head over to the bar. Jack’s there, with two more pints, putting his wallet away on the second or third attempt.

“Jack,” Ianto says, “I think –”

“Ianto!” Jack declares, delightedly. “Great! You can take the drinks back to the table. I gotta pee. Thanks.”

He grabs Ianto and kisses him clumsily, then lets go, grinning widely, and strolls off to the toilets.

Ianto grabs the drinks and shoves his way back to the table, face burning.

“Drink some of this?” he asks Gwen, handing her one of the pints. “They’ll never leave if they think there’s work still to be done.”

Gwen blinks at him for a second, then gets up and goes to the next table, tapping the nearest man on the shoulder. She offers him the drink, and he brightens up, a sudden gleam in his eyes, until she tells him, “Take this, would you? My husband’s had more than enough.”

Drink disposed of, she turns back, takes the second, and donates that to another happy customer.

“What’s taking Rhys so long?” she asks when she gets back, and though it’s probably rhetorical, Ianto has a sudden horrible thought.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells Gwen, and slips through the crowd to get to the pub toilets.

He walks in and stops dead, and the door swings shut behind him, cutting off the noise of the pub. After only a beat he has to stop himself from laughing, and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

He sends Gwen a photo, with the message Found Rhys attached, and opens the door just wide enough to hear her shriek when she gets it. With no regard for propriety or convention, she comes barrelling across the pub and bursts in, by which point Ianto has managed to separate Jack and Rhys, and has Jack mumbling nonsense as he clings to Ianto’s waist, while Rhys has launched into a surprisingly good rendition of Hymns and Arias.

“That’s it, we’re going home,” Gwen tells Rhys, in a decidedly no-nonsense tone, and practically drags him out of the toilets.

“We should do this more often,” Jack decides happily, and Gwen casts a look back, in perfect agreement with Ianto on this one.

Never, ever again.

[order_of_chaos]

Sorry for the late!commentage.

They would get into a drinking contest with each other, wouldn't they> *grins* This was great fun to read, and the never, ever again made me grin like mad - poor, mentally-scarred Gwen and Ianto :P

Thank you!

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Late!commentage? Hey, you took less than two years, what can I say...?

I'm very glad you liked it, and I dread to think what Rhys's reaction will be if he can remember what happened the next morning...

Thanke for reading. (: