Challenge 840 - Well preserved
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m_findlowTitle: Well preserved
Character: Owen, Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 840 - Round at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen is well and truly pickled. A double drabble.
‘Another round!’ Owen shouted, though to whom he was shouting was unclear. He moved to pick up the remaining scotch in his glass when another hand moved and snatched it away from him.
‘Oh, no. I think you've had more than enough,’ Jack said, taking the glass and tipping it back so that Owen couldn't drink it.
‘You're not the boss of me!’ Owen slurred, still trying to fight Jack for the now empty glass.
‘Actually, I am,’ Jack said, grinning, barely feeling the effects of the previous seven rounds. ‘And fun as this has been, you've had quite enough for tonight. You've still got to work tomorrow. Can't have you totally hungover.’
Owen groaned and slumped against Ianto, who was already passed out against the booth wall, a small amount of drool escaping. ‘He's a cheap date,’ Owen said, curling up next to him, ‘but he's alright. Even for a bloke who speaks a language that doesn't have any vowels.’ He wrapped his arm around Ianto. ‘Cm'here, Jack. Come have a cwtch with us!’
Jack shook his head and smiled. ‘Yep, definitely time to call a taxi and take you home when you start being nice about the Welsh.’
‘Another round!’ Owen shouted, though to whom he was shouting was unclear. He moved to pick up the remaining scotch in his glass when another hand moved and snatched it away from him.
‘Oh, no. I think you've had more than enough,’ Jack said, taking the glass and tipping it back so that Owen couldn't drink it.
‘You're not the boss of me!’ Owen slurred, still trying to fight Jack for the now empty glass.
‘Actually, I am,’ Jack said, grinning, barely feeling the effects of the previous seven rounds. ‘And fun as this has been, you've had quite enough for tonight. You've still got to work tomorrow. Can't have you totally hungover.’
Owen groaned and slumped against Ianto, who was already passed out against the booth wall, a small amount of drool escaping. ‘He's a cheap date,’ Owen said, curling up next to him, ‘but he's alright. Even for a bloke who speaks a language that doesn't have any vowels.’ He wrapped his arm around Ianto. ‘Cm'here, Jack. Come have a cwtch with us!’
Jack shook his head and smiled. ‘Yep, definitely time to call a taxi and take you home when you start being nice about the Welsh.’
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Date: 2024-11-24 10:37 am (UTC)