m_findlow

Title: A heavy price to pay
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, John Hart
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 434 - Debt at slashthedrabble
Summary: Going inside could cost the boys more than they bargained for

Strolling down the main strip of casinos and clubs was always fun. No matter how many times he came here, the Vegas Galaxy would never cease to provide new places to go and things to experience. After being stuck in a time loop in the same place for five years, going out anywhere was refreshing. And now that they finally had some credits to splash around, he intended to make the most of it, eyeing off the club with blue flashing lights.

John stepped in front of him, placing his hands on Jack's chest.

'We can't go in there.'

'Why not?'

John shrugged. 'Because I said so. What more reason do you need? Not like it's the only club on the strip.'

Jack narrowed his eyes at John. He wouldn't have said no unless there was a really good reason. Even after years together, it still felt like he hardly knew his partner. That was part of what excited him so much, but also part of what often got them into a lot of trouble.

'Come on. Tell me the real reason we can't go in there, because right now, I'm looking at some very fine Felthosian girls sitting in there by the bar who look like they know how to have a good time.'

John looked over his shoulder and clocked the girls he was referring to, feeling a pang of guilt that they wouldn't be receiving the wildest night of the lives.

'John...' Jack implored, fixing him with a no nonsense stare. John rolled his eyes at his partner's stubbornness.

'Okay, so it might be that the club is owned by a bookie that I happen to owe money to.'

Jack let out a chuckle, full of mirth. It was becoming the story of his life. Was there anyone his partner hadn't pissed off in the galaxy? He folded his arms.

'How much money?'

'Oh, you know, twenty thousand credits,' he replied trying to keep things nonchalant.

Jack's eyebrows met his hairline. 'Twenty thousand?'

'With interest.'

'But that's more than the last four jobs we pulled!'

'It's expensive being me!' John huffed defensively. 'Besides, it wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't stopped accepting my currency.'

'What were you paying him with?'

'Sex, of course.'

Of course. What else would a dishonest, sex-addicted criminal use for currency?

'Surely you could cut some sort of a deal? It's not as if he's going to just hang around forever waiting for you to turn up. Sometime, somewhere, his heavies are going to come for you, or more importantly, for us.'

'Oh, I can cut a deal,' John replied, sounding confident. 'The only downside is that you've come to quite enjoy the bit of the deal he'd like to cut off as payment. He still enjoys cock, he just isn't so keen on letting you keep it afterwards.'

Jack forced himself not to roll his eyes, sighing heavily.

'Fine. You choose where we go, but it had better be good.'