m_findlow

Title: Three's company
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 470 - Amnesty / Challenge 161 - Drag at slashthedrabble
Summary: Owen just wanted some company for the night. He got more than he bargained for.

"Where are you?" the message from Owen read.

"Out," Ianto replied.

"Where?"

"Club off St Mary’s Street. Tango."

"I’m coming. Be there in fifteen."

"Probably a bad idea," Ianto texted back.

"Dont care."

He felt sorry for Owen. It couldn’t be easy being undead and unable to sleep. Owen often texted him late at night checking what he was up to, looking for a way to pass the time. It didn’t help when Ianto’s replies were often “being shagged by Jack”. That was some action Owen definitely didn’t want to be a part of. Other times he felt bad for not replying at all, being caught on the middle of said flagrante delicto. Truth was, Owen was just lonely. If spending time with Ianto helped him through whatever darkness haunted his evenings, then Ianto would do his utmost.

True to his word, Owen arrived in short order. He found Ianto alone at a table in the middle of the clubs's main floor and sat down. 'Boss given you the night off?'

'Something like that,' Ianto said, sipping his bright red cocktail.

Owen frowned. 'What the hell are you drinking?'

'Club special. Tonight only,' he said. He was on his second, though now Owen was here he’d probably need another one. More than one before the night was over.

'Think I'll pass,' Owen said. He wasn't above pumping his own stomach in the morning just to enjoy the taste of beer which he missed so much.

'Here comes the entertainment,' Ianto said, hearing the music and downing the last of his drink. He wished he'd ordered another.

A woman waltzed out on stage followed by several others. All of them were parading around in very spangly costumes. Owen thought that this was very unlike Ianto. Since when was he into showgirls?

The woman made her way down the steps and into the crowd, teasing and taunting them. Owen admired the short glittery blue dress and fine pair of legs. She brushed Owen’s cheek and he risked groping her arse. She looked pleased by the attention. Then she turned to Ianto, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him in for a sensuous kiss, leaving a big red lipstick stain. Owen grinned ridiculously, whilst Ianto flushed red, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe the remnants of the kiss from his face.

'She’s taken a shining to you, Teaboy. You wanna get her number. She’s a nice looking bird. Good set of pins. If you don’t, I will. No sense in the whole night being a waste.'

'I already do,' he confessed.

Owen would have spat his drink out if he'd had one. 'How’d you manage that?'

Ianto stared at him. 'You seriously don’t know who that was?'

'No. Should I?'

'That was Jack. Tonight is drag night. This was his big debut.'

'Bloody hell. I just groped his arse!'

'And he enjoyed it.'

'That's sick! This is the last time I go out drinking with you!'

'I did try to warn you.'