Double Drabble: Being Himself
Title: Being Himself
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 738: Spare at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is being Jack, much to Gwen’s consternation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack was at it again, flirting outrageously with everyone, annoying a few but charming the majority. He’d taken the team out for dinner and drinks to celebrate saving the world again, and as was usually the case when he let his hair down, indulging in a few alcoholic beverages when he was already in a good mood, he was the life of the party.
Gwen watched him chatting up the barmaid as he got another round of drinks in, making her giggle and flirt back, no doubt overwhelmed by his pheromones. Beside her, Ianto was trying unsuccessfully to balance one empty beer bottle on top of another.
“I don’t know why you put up with it, sweetheart.”
“Hm?” Ianto turned towards Gwen.
“If Rhys acted the way Jack does, I’d go spare. I mean, aren’t you two supposed to be together?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Well, look at Jack! He hasn’t stopped flirting since we got here.”
“So?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“It’s Jack, Gwen. Casual flirting is the way he communicates; it doesn’t mean anything. Where he comes from, it’s normal.”
“But…”
Returning with his laden tray, Jack set it down and leaned over to kiss Ianto.
“Miss me?”
“Always.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, Team.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 738: Spare at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is being Jack, much to Gwen’s consternation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack was at it again, flirting outrageously with everyone, annoying a few but charming the majority. He’d taken the team out for dinner and drinks to celebrate saving the world again, and as was usually the case when he let his hair down, indulging in a few alcoholic beverages when he was already in a good mood, he was the life of the party.
Gwen watched him chatting up the barmaid as he got another round of drinks in, making her giggle and flirt back, no doubt overwhelmed by his pheromones. Beside her, Ianto was trying unsuccessfully to balance one empty beer bottle on top of another.
“I don’t know why you put up with it, sweetheart.”
“Hm?” Ianto turned towards Gwen.
“If Rhys acted the way Jack does, I’d go spare. I mean, aren’t you two supposed to be together?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Well, look at Jack! He hasn’t stopped flirting since we got here.”
“So?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“It’s Jack, Gwen. Casual flirting is the way he communicates; it doesn’t mean anything. Where he comes from, it’s normal.”
“But…”
Returning with his laden tray, Jack set it down and leaned over to kiss Ianto.
“Miss me?”
“Always.”
The End