Drabble_weekly Challenge 394 - Pit stop
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m_findlowTitle: Pit stop
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 394 - Detour at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Owen and Jack have different ideas about what takes priority. A double drabble.
‘Pull off here,’ Owen said, as the service station came into view.
Jack frowned. ‘This isn’t the exit for Newport,’ he replied.
Owen groaned. ‘I know that, dummy. Newport isn’t classy enough to have its own Happy Cook.’
Jack snorted a laugh at the disparaging description of the only place in Wales he could think of that could rival Splott. ‘So what, you need a pit stop? We’ve only been on the road for twenty minutes. Couldn’t you have gone before we left?’
‘Oh, har har,’ Owen said. ‘I don’t need the little boys room. It’s the sodding coffee I need.’
‘Ah,’ Jack said, realisation dawning on him. ‘Ianto’s got you on one of those coffee detention things, hasn’t he?’
‘It’s bloody workplace bullying, is what it is,’ Owen grumbled, even as Jack empathised and made the turn off the motorway. ‘I’d get my own but he stole my tin of instant and put a keypad lock on the fridge as well. He turned angrily in his seat to face Jack. ‘You’re in charge. Why aren’t you doing anything about it?’
‘I just detoured from a rift alert so you can get your coffee fix. What else do you want?’
‘Pull off here,’ Owen said, as the service station came into view.
Jack frowned. ‘This isn’t the exit for Newport,’ he replied.
Owen groaned. ‘I know that, dummy. Newport isn’t classy enough to have its own Happy Cook.’
Jack snorted a laugh at the disparaging description of the only place in Wales he could think of that could rival Splott. ‘So what, you need a pit stop? We’ve only been on the road for twenty minutes. Couldn’t you have gone before we left?’
‘Oh, har har,’ Owen said. ‘I don’t need the little boys room. It’s the sodding coffee I need.’
‘Ah,’ Jack said, realisation dawning on him. ‘Ianto’s got you on one of those coffee detention things, hasn’t he?’
‘It’s bloody workplace bullying, is what it is,’ Owen grumbled, even as Jack empathised and made the turn off the motorway. ‘I’d get my own but he stole my tin of instant and put a keypad lock on the fridge as well. He turned angrily in his seat to face Jack. ‘You’re in charge. Why aren’t you doing anything about it?’
‘I just detoured from a rift alert so you can get your coffee fix. What else do you want?’
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Date: 2024-04-20 10:48 am (UTC)