Challenge 782 - Speed eater
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m_findlowTitle: Speed eater
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Summary: Jack's isn't worried about there being enough for everyone. A double drabble.
‘Oi!’ Owen yelled. ‘It’s not a bloody race, you know,’ he said, scowling at his boss who was quite literally inhaling his pizza like he hadn’t eaten in months.
‘I’m hungry!’ came the muffled response, a bit of pepperoni escaping as he said it, tumbling down into his lap. It lasted only a second until Jack scooped it up and shoved it back in. ‘I got shot twice this morning. You don’t appreciate how much dying takes out of you.’
‘You’ve had three slices already to everyone else’s one slice,’ Owen griped. ‘Ianto hasn’t even finished picking the anchovies off his yet.’
Ianto scowled beneath the napkin he had tucked into his shirt collar. ‘I told you not to order anchovies,’ he said, exploring under the cheese for more hidden unpleasantness, picking them off with a finger and making a pile of them on the side of the plate.
‘Well, if you don’t shake a leg you’ll be the one going hungry. Jack’s making an olympic sport out of speed eating pizza.’
‘A shame he doesn’t race through his paperwork in the same way. Just think how up to date we’d be.’
‘Maybe you should hide pizza in between files.’
‘Oi!’ Owen yelled. ‘It’s not a bloody race, you know,’ he said, scowling at his boss who was quite literally inhaling his pizza like he hadn’t eaten in months.
‘I’m hungry!’ came the muffled response, a bit of pepperoni escaping as he said it, tumbling down into his lap. It lasted only a second until Jack scooped it up and shoved it back in. ‘I got shot twice this morning. You don’t appreciate how much dying takes out of you.’
‘You’ve had three slices already to everyone else’s one slice,’ Owen griped. ‘Ianto hasn’t even finished picking the anchovies off his yet.’
Ianto scowled beneath the napkin he had tucked into his shirt collar. ‘I told you not to order anchovies,’ he said, exploring under the cheese for more hidden unpleasantness, picking them off with a finger and making a pile of them on the side of the plate.
‘Well, if you don’t shake a leg you’ll be the one going hungry. Jack’s making an olympic sport out of speed eating pizza.’
‘A shame he doesn’t race through his paperwork in the same way. Just think how up to date we’d be.’
‘Maybe you should hide pizza in between files.’
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Date: 2023-10-15 09:04 am (UTC)