Fic: Torchwood Lucky 7 Gluttony - I Want it All
Title: Gluttony - I Want it All
Sin / Character: Gluttony / PC Andy
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Set at the end of Something Borrowed (2x09)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to the Mighty Beeb and He Who Must Not Be Named. All ©'s to Queen for the title. No infringement, only worship intended! Thanks to my amazing beta and wonderful friend thrace_adams for all the help and support; any mistakes are mine!
Summary: Written for tw_lucky_7 - Andy finds comfort in a little gluttony on Gwen's wedding day…
I Want it All
"Yes, mum… yes, mum…"
Andy groaned and burrowed under the covers wondering what on earth had prompted him to ring his mother.
"I'm not sick… I have a three-day and if I want to spend it in bed, I can… no, mum… For chrissakes, I'm not gonna go to Gwen's stupid bloody wedding, just leave it… Sorry, mum… yes, she's a very nice girl… yes, her husband is a very lucky man," he agreed, grinding his teeth. Bloody Rhys Williams. Marrying Gwen. I'll bet she looks stunning. And he looks like a stuffed sausage in a suit, he thought with a chuckle. "No, mum, I'm not laughing at you… Look, I gotta run out and get some lunch… I dunno - a sandwich?... Okay… Right, mum… You, too… Bye!"
Andy hung up the phone with a little more force than necessary. He loved his mother but when she got going about Gwen, she drove him mad.
Bad enough that today's Gwen's bloody wedding day, he thought, crawling out of bed. He yanked on a pair of jeans and, after a thorough sniff-test, a sweatshirt from the floor.
"Right," he said aloud with a clap of his hands. "Food."
He headed for the Greggs on the corner. He had plenty of beer - just needed some nosh and he'd be all set. He grabbed an egg mayonnaise and a ham cheese and pickle bloomer from the wrapped sandwiches and got in line. When the girl behind the counter asked him if he'd like anything else, Andy suddenly caught a whiff of fresh baked pastry.
"Yeah," he said. "Gimme two sausage rolls." In Rhys's bloody honor.
She popped them into a sack and then looked up expectantly.
"Oh, give me two cheese and onion pasties, too. They look good."
"Any sweets?" she asked. "The sticky toffee muffins are still warm."
"Yeah? Ok, two of them. And two triple chocolate ones," Andy said. "Oooh, gimme half-a-dozen of the jammy biscuits, too."
"You can get four of the cupcakes for £1.99, lemon or raspberry. They're really good," she said with a big grin.
Andy smiled back. "Well, if you say they're really good, how I can resist?" he said with a wink. "Two and two and that's it or you'll find me passed out in a food coma around the corner."
She laughed as she rang up the total. "That wouldn't be good at all. You'd have to come and arrest yourself, now wouldn't you?"
He chuckled and paid for his bag of goodies, leaving with a wave.
Nice girl, that, he thought as he hurried back to his flat. He spread out his feast on the coffee table, popped open a beer and turned on the telly. The sausage rolls were delectable, hot and flaky and perfectly seasoned. He followed them with the egg mayonnaise which he devoured in six bites. Deciding that he'd had plenty for lunch, he settled back on the sofa with a fresh beer, content to flip channels.
Maybe a jammy biscuit for dessert, he thought, reaching into the sack. He made fun of a cop programme as he munched until the sack was empty. The next swig of beer didn't taste great, so he decided needed a savoury to cleanse his palate. The first cheese and onion pasty was so good that he immediately started on the other. Halfway through the second one, he ran out of beer. He sighed. Isn't that always the way of it? he pondered on his way to the fridge.
Happily ensconced on the sofa with another beer, Andy finished the last pasty and then picked at the ham sandwich until it was all gone, too. By that time he'd finished his beer and was feeling a little sleepy. Refusing to nap away his day off, Andy made a pot of strong tea and found a match on the telly. He also found that sticky toffee and triple chocolate muffins went perfectly with tea - as did cupcakes.
Bet these are better than any fancy wedding cake. He bit savagely into the fourth and final cupcake. Glad I didn't go. Not gonna torture myself by watching Gwen marry that plonker. I'm not a glutton for punishment.