Double Drabble: Denied Entry
Title: Denied Entry
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, a certain world leader.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 601: Insult at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is confronted by a very irate person.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. I couldn’t help myself!
“This is an unforgivable insult! D’you know who I am?”
Ianto looked at the man. “Of course I do; I keep myself apprised of world affairs.” ‘Which is apparently more than you do,’ he added silently.
“Are you the doorman? You’re a bit young. Doesn’t matter; I demand entrance to your secret base!”
“Secret base? This is a tourist office. If you’d like the opening times for Cardiff Castle, or perhaps some postcards to send home to the wife, I can certainly help you out there, and these Cardiff Pride banners and t-shirts are proving very popular, but the Welsh Tourist Board is hardly a secret organisation. Although, come to think of it, during tourist season a lot of the locals probably wish it was.”
The face of the man standing on the other side of the counter turned a darker shade of burnt orange, a most unflattering colour.
“You listen to me, sonny, if you don’t let me in immediately you’ll be in big trouble! I’ll have you thrown in jail! This Torchwood place is run by one of my people. I’ll have your job over this!”
“This isn’t your country,” Ianto replied calmly. “You don’t have the authority.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, a certain world leader.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 601: Insult at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is confronted by a very irate person.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. I couldn’t help myself!
“This is an unforgivable insult! D’you know who I am?”
Ianto looked at the man. “Of course I do; I keep myself apprised of world affairs.” ‘Which is apparently more than you do,’ he added silently.
“Are you the doorman? You’re a bit young. Doesn’t matter; I demand entrance to your secret base!”
“Secret base? This is a tourist office. If you’d like the opening times for Cardiff Castle, or perhaps some postcards to send home to the wife, I can certainly help you out there, and these Cardiff Pride banners and t-shirts are proving very popular, but the Welsh Tourist Board is hardly a secret organisation. Although, come to think of it, during tourist season a lot of the locals probably wish it was.”
The face of the man standing on the other side of the counter turned a darker shade of burnt orange, a most unflattering colour.
“You listen to me, sonny, if you don’t let me in immediately you’ll be in big trouble! I’ll have you thrown in jail! This Torchwood place is run by one of my people. I’ll have your job over this!”
“This isn’t your country,” Ianto replied calmly. “You don’t have the authority.”
The End