Challenge 712 - In a mess
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m_findlowTitle: In a mess
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 712 - Spill at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack gets himself in a real mess. A double drabble.
'Ianto, I'm ready for some of that heavenly-' Jack paused mid sentence as he realised Ianto wasn't there. Damn. He was itching for his first coffee of the day, and Ianto was still dithering somewhere, probably in the shower, or getting his tie just right.
Oh, well. He could at least get the process started. He's seen Ianto do it often enough to know that he could fill the water container and get the beans grounding away. There was a whole new bag of them just arrived from South America, still in their hessian sack.
He grabbed the top corners of it and hefted it up whilst simultaneously looking around for a box cutter to slice a hole in the top of the sack. Unfortunately, he didn't see the threaded bottom of the sack, already untied and unravelling all the way from the weight of the beans now pressing against it.
In the split second it took him to realise what was happening, he was left standing there holding the corners of a now empty sack. Coffee beans spilled all over the floor, showering his feet and skittering away in every direction. Uh oh. Ianto was going to kill him.
'Ianto, I'm ready for some of that heavenly-' Jack paused mid sentence as he realised Ianto wasn't there. Damn. He was itching for his first coffee of the day, and Ianto was still dithering somewhere, probably in the shower, or getting his tie just right.
Oh, well. He could at least get the process started. He's seen Ianto do it often enough to know that he could fill the water container and get the beans grounding away. There was a whole new bag of them just arrived from South America, still in their hessian sack.
He grabbed the top corners of it and hefted it up whilst simultaneously looking around for a box cutter to slice a hole in the top of the sack. Unfortunately, he didn't see the threaded bottom of the sack, already untied and unravelling all the way from the weight of the beans now pressing against it.
In the split second it took him to realise what was happening, he was left standing there holding the corners of a now empty sack. Coffee beans spilled all over the floor, showering his feet and skittering away in every direction. Uh oh. Ianto was going to kill him.
