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Challenge 710 - Let's twist
Title: Let's twist
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 710 - Twist at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen enjoys weddings and this one is no exception. A double drabble.
'Twinkle toes,' Owen muttered from behind his beer, unable to suppress a cheeky grin as he watched his teammate rejoin them after having had his fun playing DJ for the night. It would be worth having to stand on his head later and vomit up all the beer he'd consumed. It still tasted good and since it was on the bride and groom's tab, why not?
Ianto scowled at him. 'Shut your face,' he said, stealing the second beer from Owen's hand and downing half of it in one go.
'Should've known you couldn't resist,' Owen carried on. 'You and Jack twisting and twirling around the dance floor, like you were the ones getting hitched. Bet you've been waiting all week for that.'
'We didn't twist; we swayed,' Ianto replied, emphasising the last word as if it made any difference to Owen.
'You stole the bride's thunder is what,' Owen argued, enjoying winding him up and watching him flush with embarrassment at his out of character behaviour. Not that Gwen probably cared now. She'd made her choice. Just bloody funny watching Ianto cut in on them to steal Jack away before she had second thoughts. Weddings were brilliant like that.
'Twinkle toes,' Owen muttered from behind his beer, unable to suppress a cheeky grin as he watched his teammate rejoin them after having had his fun playing DJ for the night. It would be worth having to stand on his head later and vomit up all the beer he'd consumed. It still tasted good and since it was on the bride and groom's tab, why not?
Ianto scowled at him. 'Shut your face,' he said, stealing the second beer from Owen's hand and downing half of it in one go.
'Should've known you couldn't resist,' Owen carried on. 'You and Jack twisting and twirling around the dance floor, like you were the ones getting hitched. Bet you've been waiting all week for that.'
'We didn't twist; we swayed,' Ianto replied, emphasising the last word as if it made any difference to Owen.
'You stole the bride's thunder is what,' Owen argued, enjoying winding him up and watching him flush with embarrassment at his out of character behaviour. Not that Gwen probably cared now. She'd made her choice. Just bloody funny watching Ianto cut in on them to steal Jack away before she had second thoughts. Weddings were brilliant like that.
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