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Challenge 765 - Hot stuff
Title: Hot stuff
‘You’re mental,’ Owen griped, looking incredulously at their leader as he stood there in his greatcoat and sunglasses. ‘It’s thirty degrees and we're all about to melt into the ground. Why can’t you just be normal and wear shorts like the rest of us?’
Okay, so Tosh was wearing a skirt, but it was thin and floaty, and Gwen’s shorts were so short Owen didn’t even have to use his imagination. Even Teaboy had forsaken his usual pinstripe for a pair of cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt. Just looking at Jack made Owen feel like he was baking to death, still dressed in all his many layers.
‘This is not hot, Owen,’ Jack replied. ‘Not even close.’ He craned his head at the sky, letting the sun beat down on his face. ‘You should’ve been in Boeshane in the summer. Now that was hot. You couldn’t even walk on the sand without boots. Mid forties all summer long.’ He sighed wistfully. ‘Man, I’ve really gotta work on my tan. You should've seen how brown I was back then.’
‘Actually, I think Owen has a point,’ Ianto said, raising his hand.
‘Anything to get me out of my clothes, huh?’
Character: Owen, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: Owen can't understand how Jack can wear so many clothes on such a hot day. A double drabble.
‘You’re mental,’ Owen griped, looking incredulously at their leader as he stood there in his greatcoat and sunglasses. ‘It’s thirty degrees and we're all about to melt into the ground. Why can’t you just be normal and wear shorts like the rest of us?’
Okay, so Tosh was wearing a skirt, but it was thin and floaty, and Gwen’s shorts were so short Owen didn’t even have to use his imagination. Even Teaboy had forsaken his usual pinstripe for a pair of cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt. Just looking at Jack made Owen feel like he was baking to death, still dressed in all his many layers.
‘This is not hot, Owen,’ Jack replied. ‘Not even close.’ He craned his head at the sky, letting the sun beat down on his face. ‘You should’ve been in Boeshane in the summer. Now that was hot. You couldn’t even walk on the sand without boots. Mid forties all summer long.’ He sighed wistfully. ‘Man, I’ve really gotta work on my tan. You should've seen how brown I was back then.’
‘Actually, I think Owen has a point,’ Ianto said, raising his hand.
‘Anything to get me out of my clothes, huh?’