Double Drabble: Statement
Title: Statement
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 543: Lemon at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen’s brought himself a flashy new car.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Much to everyone else’s annoyance, Owen was going on about his new car again.
“She’s sleek, fast, powerful… a real chick magnet! Only reason the bloke was sellin’ her was because he lost his job and can’t afford the insurance. Girls are gonna be falling over themselves to go out with me in this beauty, you’ll see. And I’m talkin’ about classy girls, not the kind you’d find hangin’ out with their mates after work in the local pub. Just look at her!” He’d already set a photo of the gleaming red Ferrari as his computer wallpaper.
“We’ve seen it already,” Ianto said. “Pretty to look at but not exactly practical.”
“Who needs practical? This car is a statement. You’re just jealous because you didn’t see her first.”
“I like my Audi; unlike you, I don’t feel the need to impress anyone.”
That evening, as Ianto and Jack were getting ready to leave, they found Owen in Torchwood’s underground garage, head under the bonnet of his new car.
“Problems?” Ianto asked mildly.
“Bloody thing won’t start!”
Jack laughed. “Congratulations, Owen; looks like you’ve been sold a lemon. The only statement you’re making is that you’ve got more money than sense.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 543: Lemon at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen’s brought himself a flashy new car.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Much to everyone else’s annoyance, Owen was going on about his new car again.
“She’s sleek, fast, powerful… a real chick magnet! Only reason the bloke was sellin’ her was because he lost his job and can’t afford the insurance. Girls are gonna be falling over themselves to go out with me in this beauty, you’ll see. And I’m talkin’ about classy girls, not the kind you’d find hangin’ out with their mates after work in the local pub. Just look at her!” He’d already set a photo of the gleaming red Ferrari as his computer wallpaper.
“We’ve seen it already,” Ianto said. “Pretty to look at but not exactly practical.”
“Who needs practical? This car is a statement. You’re just jealous because you didn’t see her first.”
“I like my Audi; unlike you, I don’t feel the need to impress anyone.”
That evening, as Ianto and Jack were getting ready to leave, they found Owen in Torchwood’s underground garage, head under the bonnet of his new car.
“Problems?” Ianto asked mildly.
“Bloody thing won’t start!”
Jack laughed. “Congratulations, Owen; looks like you’ve been sold a lemon. The only statement you’re making is that you’ve got more money than sense.”
The End