Challenge 691 - Fair's fair
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m_findlowTitle: Fair's fair
Character: Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 691 - Fair at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Drunken games around the hub are the best kind. A double drabble.
'He bloody cheats!' Gwen cursed, standing there unabashedly in nothing but her bra and underwear, too drunk to care that she was virtually naked. Rhys would have lost his mind if he'd seen her now. This was why he didn't get invited to Torchwood gatherings, and especially not the nights at the hub where they just stuffed themselves with pizza and way too much alcohol.
Ianto was doing only slightly better than her, still retaining his trousers, though they hung loosely on his hips as he'd lost his belt several hours ago and was too tipsy to get the zipper and buttons done up properly. 'You must know by now he doesn't play fair,' he slurred. It was an indictment on both of them that they were losing so badly when Jack was still practically fully clothed.
'How does he cheat?' She picked up her half drunk beer bottle and took a few swigs whilst they took a breather between rounds.
'Uses our internal CCTV system against us,' he replied as if this were just part of the game.
'Ooh!' She leaned forward conspiratorially. 'We should shut them down!'
Ianto threw back his glass of scotch. 'Sounds fair to me.'
Character: Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 691 - Fair at
tw100Summary: Drunken games around the hub are the best kind. A double drabble.
'He bloody cheats!' Gwen cursed, standing there unabashedly in nothing but her bra and underwear, too drunk to care that she was virtually naked. Rhys would have lost his mind if he'd seen her now. This was why he didn't get invited to Torchwood gatherings, and especially not the nights at the hub where they just stuffed themselves with pizza and way too much alcohol.
Ianto was doing only slightly better than her, still retaining his trousers, though they hung loosely on his hips as he'd lost his belt several hours ago and was too tipsy to get the zipper and buttons done up properly. 'You must know by now he doesn't play fair,' he slurred. It was an indictment on both of them that they were losing so badly when Jack was still practically fully clothed.
'How does he cheat?' She picked up her half drunk beer bottle and took a few swigs whilst they took a breather between rounds.
'Uses our internal CCTV system against us,' he replied as if this were just part of the game.
'Ooh!' She leaned forward conspiratorially. 'We should shut them down!'
Ianto threw back his glass of scotch. 'Sounds fair to me.'
