Challenge 764 - A proper send-off
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m_findlowTitle: A proper send-off
Character: Torchwood team
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: The job of Torchwood operatives isn't always easy. A double drabble.
‘I'm completely pished,’ Owen slurred, swaying from side to side and bumping into Gwen, who, like a stack of dominoes, then bumped into Tosh, and finally into Jack.
‘Hold up a second while I…’ Gwen didn't finish her sentence but they all knew what she'd been about to say before hearing the vomiting.
Tosh put a hand on Gwen's shoulder, but more to steady herself. ‘Next time that species visits, remind me to recuse myself.’
Jack sympathised. The traditional farewell rituals involved a lot of drinking a very strong, undiluted form of alcohol, and it was rude not to partake. Even he felt hideously drunk, he was a veteran.
A heavy weight pressed against his side and he instinctively grabbed at it. ‘Oh, no. No passing out yet, Ianto. We've still got two miles walk back to the car. I'm not carrying you.’ He didn't think he could, even if he had to. They'd just end up sleeping out here on the exposed grassy mountainside, staving off hypothermia through their blood alcohol levels alone.
‘Never letting you take me drinking again,’ Ianto moaned. ‘I think I farewelled my liver back there.’
Jack hugged him closer. ‘All in a day's work.’
‘I'm completely pished,’ Owen slurred, swaying from side to side and bumping into Gwen, who, like a stack of dominoes, then bumped into Tosh, and finally into Jack.
‘Hold up a second while I…’ Gwen didn't finish her sentence but they all knew what she'd been about to say before hearing the vomiting.
Tosh put a hand on Gwen's shoulder, but more to steady herself. ‘Next time that species visits, remind me to recuse myself.’
Jack sympathised. The traditional farewell rituals involved a lot of drinking a very strong, undiluted form of alcohol, and it was rude not to partake. Even he felt hideously drunk, he was a veteran.
A heavy weight pressed against his side and he instinctively grabbed at it. ‘Oh, no. No passing out yet, Ianto. We've still got two miles walk back to the car. I'm not carrying you.’ He didn't think he could, even if he had to. They'd just end up sleeping out here on the exposed grassy mountainside, staving off hypothermia through their blood alcohol levels alone.
‘Never letting you take me drinking again,’ Ianto moaned. ‘I think I farewelled my liver back there.’
Jack hugged him closer. ‘All in a day's work.’
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Date: 2023-06-12 10:05 am (UTC)