Challenge 902 - Bottom of the bottle
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m_findlowTitle: Bottom of the bottle
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 902 - Shot at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack needs a drinking buddy to drown his sorrows. A double drabble.
Ianto moved his hand over the top of his glass as Jack leaned across with the bottle. ‘No more,’ he said, trying to block the motion. ‘I’ve already had way too many.’ He knew he was slurring his words slightly as he tried to deliver them at the correct pacing.
Jack snatched the glass out from under his hand and refilled it with a generous two fingers of scotch. ‘I plan on getting as drunk as it's possible to get and you're getting drunk with me.’ Jack sounded like he was well on his way. He must have been drinking two shots to each of Ianto’s, though Jack could hold his booze better than anyone Ianto had ever met.
‘They’re dead,’ Ianto blurted out, knowing it was the alcohol doing the talking for him. ‘Drinking until we’re unconscious won’t change that.’
Jack filled his own glass almost to the brim then tossed it back, gulping until it was completely empty. ‘The way I see it is you can stay here and get drunk with me or you can go home and be miserable on your own.’
Ianto sighed, tipped back the glass of amber fire and held it back out.
Ianto moved his hand over the top of his glass as Jack leaned across with the bottle. ‘No more,’ he said, trying to block the motion. ‘I’ve already had way too many.’ He knew he was slurring his words slightly as he tried to deliver them at the correct pacing.
Jack snatched the glass out from under his hand and refilled it with a generous two fingers of scotch. ‘I plan on getting as drunk as it's possible to get and you're getting drunk with me.’ Jack sounded like he was well on his way. He must have been drinking two shots to each of Ianto’s, though Jack could hold his booze better than anyone Ianto had ever met.
‘They’re dead,’ Ianto blurted out, knowing it was the alcohol doing the talking for him. ‘Drinking until we’re unconscious won’t change that.’
Jack filled his own glass almost to the brim then tossed it back, gulping until it was completely empty. ‘The way I see it is you can stay here and get drunk with me or you can go home and be miserable on your own.’
Ianto sighed, tipped back the glass of amber fire and held it back out.
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Date: 2026-02-01 10:57 am (UTC)