Challenge 833 - Roll with it
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m_findlowTitle: Roll with it
Character: Jack, Owen, Tosh, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 833 - Roll at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood doesn't do days off. A double drabble.
‘I’m knackered,’ Owen griped, trudging back to the SUV, sweaty and tired, but at least thankfully not covered in exploded alien. Honestly, what was it with aliens using explosion as a defence mechanism? Owen found it ridiculous. If you were facing a life-threatening danger, surely killing yourself wasn’t in the spirit of self-preservation.
‘Let’s hope that’s the last rift alert for the week,’ Tosh agreed. ‘We must be due a break.’
Jack sympathised with them, looking dishevelled if not tired himself. ‘I promise I owe you an extra long weekend off. I’ll even pay for you to stay somewhere nice.’
‘Thanks, Jack,’ Tosh replied, ‘but I'll be just as happy with my own bathtub as a nice hotel room.’
‘Don’t knock the boss’s offer of a free hotel, Tosh,’ Owen said. ‘The minibar alone would be worth it.’
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘Only you would drink the hotel room dry, Owen.’
Owen just shrugged. ‘It’s what it’s there for.’
Jack’s phone began to ring in his pocket. ‘Ianto Jones! How does a night at a nice hotel sound?’
‘Sorry sir, but we’ve got another rift alert.’
‘No!’ Tosh cried.
‘Okay, thanks. We’ll just have to roll with the punches instead.’
‘I’m knackered,’ Owen griped, trudging back to the SUV, sweaty and tired, but at least thankfully not covered in exploded alien. Honestly, what was it with aliens using explosion as a defence mechanism? Owen found it ridiculous. If you were facing a life-threatening danger, surely killing yourself wasn’t in the spirit of self-preservation.
‘Let’s hope that’s the last rift alert for the week,’ Tosh agreed. ‘We must be due a break.’
Jack sympathised with them, looking dishevelled if not tired himself. ‘I promise I owe you an extra long weekend off. I’ll even pay for you to stay somewhere nice.’
‘Thanks, Jack,’ Tosh replied, ‘but I'll be just as happy with my own bathtub as a nice hotel room.’
‘Don’t knock the boss’s offer of a free hotel, Tosh,’ Owen said. ‘The minibar alone would be worth it.’
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘Only you would drink the hotel room dry, Owen.’
Owen just shrugged. ‘It’s what it’s there for.’
Jack’s phone began to ring in his pocket. ‘Ianto Jones! How does a night at a nice hotel sound?’
‘Sorry sir, but we’ve got another rift alert.’
‘No!’ Tosh cried.
‘Okay, thanks. We’ll just have to roll with the punches instead.’
