Challenge 875 - Passing the time
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m_findlowTitle: Passing time
Character: Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 875 - Bridge at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen and Jack are stuck in quarantine with limited ways to pass the time. A double drabble.
Owen huffed and tossed his phone on the small table in front of him. ‘That’s it, my phone is officially dead and now I’m bored.’ He huffed again. ‘How long did you say we have to stay in quarantine for?’
Jack sat cross-legged on the hospital bed beside him, having removed the drawstring from his hospital-issue pyjama bottoms and having turned it into a cat’s cradle, holding it between his fingers. ‘Sixteen more hours,’ he replied.
‘Urgh. And what the hell are we supposed to do for sixteen hours? There’s not even a sodding telly in here.’
Jack disentangled his fingers and pulled open the bedside drawer, rifling through its scant contents. ‘There’s a pack of cards here,’ he replied. ‘We could play bridge.’
‘Jesus,’ Owen groaned. ‘You really are about a hundred and five years old, aren’t you. Who, apart from old people in nursing homes, plays bridge?’
‘It's actually very popular in some parts of the galaxy.’
‘God help them,’ Owen muttered.
‘Top players can earn a lot of money playing in the Vegas Galaxy.’
Owen raised an eyebrow. ‘How much?’
‘Say a few hundred thousand quid. Per game.’
‘Well why didn’t you say so? Let’s get practising!’
Owen huffed and tossed his phone on the small table in front of him. ‘That’s it, my phone is officially dead and now I’m bored.’ He huffed again. ‘How long did you say we have to stay in quarantine for?’
Jack sat cross-legged on the hospital bed beside him, having removed the drawstring from his hospital-issue pyjama bottoms and having turned it into a cat’s cradle, holding it between his fingers. ‘Sixteen more hours,’ he replied.
‘Urgh. And what the hell are we supposed to do for sixteen hours? There’s not even a sodding telly in here.’
Jack disentangled his fingers and pulled open the bedside drawer, rifling through its scant contents. ‘There’s a pack of cards here,’ he replied. ‘We could play bridge.’
‘Jesus,’ Owen groaned. ‘You really are about a hundred and five years old, aren’t you. Who, apart from old people in nursing homes, plays bridge?’
‘It's actually very popular in some parts of the galaxy.’
‘God help them,’ Owen muttered.
‘Top players can earn a lot of money playing in the Vegas Galaxy.’
Owen raised an eyebrow. ‘How much?’
‘Say a few hundred thousand quid. Per game.’
‘Well why didn’t you say so? Let’s get practising!’
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Date: 2025-07-27 10:58 am (UTC)