Challenge 913 - Not to everyone's taste
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m_findlowTitle: Not to everyone's taste
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 913 - Hatch at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The local beverage leaves something to be desired. A double drabble.
Ianto pulled a face as Jack set the two glasses on the table. ‘I am not drinking that,’ he declared.
Jack looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, because they’d already had this conversation before getting off their ship. ‘The water here is undrinkable. You can't even boil it to make it safe. That means no coffee. No tea. No reconstituted anything. It's sonic showers and the local brew for the next few weeks until our assignment is finished.’
Ianto frowned at the semitransparent scarlet red concoction. ‘Couldn't I have a fruit juice? They grow fruit here, don't they?’
‘We're at a bar. That means alcohol. And around here, even outside of a bar, alcohol is pretty much the standard beverage.’
Ianto pushed the glass away. ‘It's little more than processed animal blood. It's disgusting.’
‘Says you who orders a steak medium rare whenever we go out for dinner.’
‘Not the same thing.’
‘Well, it's this or go thirsty. You wanna travel the universe, you gotta drink like a local. And stay hydrated.’ Jack sculled his in one go. ‘Not so bad. C'mon. Down the hatch, Ianto.’
Ianto cringed, took one mouthful and then retched. ‘Think I'll stay dehydrated.’
Ianto pulled a face as Jack set the two glasses on the table. ‘I am not drinking that,’ he declared.
Jack looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, because they’d already had this conversation before getting off their ship. ‘The water here is undrinkable. You can't even boil it to make it safe. That means no coffee. No tea. No reconstituted anything. It's sonic showers and the local brew for the next few weeks until our assignment is finished.’
Ianto frowned at the semitransparent scarlet red concoction. ‘Couldn't I have a fruit juice? They grow fruit here, don't they?’
‘We're at a bar. That means alcohol. And around here, even outside of a bar, alcohol is pretty much the standard beverage.’
Ianto pushed the glass away. ‘It's little more than processed animal blood. It's disgusting.’
‘Says you who orders a steak medium rare whenever we go out for dinner.’
‘Not the same thing.’
‘Well, it's this or go thirsty. You wanna travel the universe, you gotta drink like a local. And stay hydrated.’ Jack sculled his in one go. ‘Not so bad. C'mon. Down the hatch, Ianto.’
Ianto cringed, took one mouthful and then retched. ‘Think I'll stay dehydrated.’
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Date: 2026-04-19 09:43 am (UTC)