Challenge 806 - Love hurts
Title: Love hurts
Character: Ianto, Gwen, Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 806 - Sting at
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Summary: Tosh may come to regret their big night out on the town. A double drabble.
‘I think this is a really bad idea,’ Ianto said as he clutched an arm around Gwen's as they perused the wall of art, trying to pick out what they might choose if they were brave enough. There were lots of dragons which looked pretty cool but most of them also required an entire arm or leg.
‘Oh, leave off,’ Gwen chided. ‘If Tosh wants a tattoo then who are we to stop her?’
Who indeed? Just her drunk friends too drunk to stop one another doing something stupid they might come to regret. ‘It's going to sting, Tosh,’ he said. ‘Really sting.’ He'd never had a tattoo himself but he'd seen them being done and anything needle related surely had to hurt.
‘I've had about six drinks too many,’ she slurred. ‘It's never going to sting less than right now.’
Maybe that was true, but a tiny heart with the letters O. H. inside, just above her hip was eventually going to end up hurting. Most likely the first time Owen asked her to remove her top for a medical exam.
‘Maybe you should just get a butterfly?’
‘With an O on one wing and H on the other?’
‘I think this is a really bad idea,’ Ianto said as he clutched an arm around Gwen's as they perused the wall of art, trying to pick out what they might choose if they were brave enough. There were lots of dragons which looked pretty cool but most of them also required an entire arm or leg.
‘Oh, leave off,’ Gwen chided. ‘If Tosh wants a tattoo then who are we to stop her?’
Who indeed? Just her drunk friends too drunk to stop one another doing something stupid they might come to regret. ‘It's going to sting, Tosh,’ he said. ‘Really sting.’ He'd never had a tattoo himself but he'd seen them being done and anything needle related surely had to hurt.
‘I've had about six drinks too many,’ she slurred. ‘It's never going to sting less than right now.’
Maybe that was true, but a tiny heart with the letters O. H. inside, just above her hip was eventually going to end up hurting. Most likely the first time Owen asked her to remove her top for a medical exam.
‘Maybe you should just get a butterfly?’
‘With an O on one wing and H on the other?’
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