DRABBLE: Dancing Queen
Title: Dancing Queen
By: Bellebet
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Time Line: Sometime during S2
"You're pulling my leg, right?”
“No, Gwen, I’m serious. That is our assignment.”
“Rubbish! I’d rather be Retconned.”
“I’d be there the whole time watching your back, I promise.”
“And my ass, and my tits-”
“I’ll be strictly professional, I swear! I’ll even tip well.”
“Why can’t Tosh do this?”
“Because frankly she doesn’t have the rack for dancing topless.”
“Stay the fuck out of this, Owen!”
“Think of yourself like Gloria Steinem, Gwen. Going undercover to expose the anti-feminist world of Playboy Bunny Clubs.”
“One, she wore more clothes than I’d be wearing. Two, rifts don’t appear in strip clubs, Jack.”
“No, but blowfish that come through the rift tend to head straight for them.”
“And three, I don’t want to do this. End of story.”
“What if I promised to triple your salary for the next month?”
“…”
“And I’d be right in the front row if anything went wrong.”
“Triple, did you say?”
“I could have Ianto put it in writing.”
“...and I don’t get completely naked. We’re talking bikini covering here.”
“What about pasties and a thong?”
“SHUT UP, OWEN!”
“And a wig in case anyone I know happens to be in the club.”
“Done, as long as I get one lap dance.”
“Jack!”
“Well, you’ve got to look like a real dancer, right?”
“…One dance. And no pictures!”
“Jack, where is she going to hide her gun while she dances?”
“I can hide the bullets in your skull right now, Owen.”
By: Bellebet
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Time Line: Sometime during S2
"You're pulling my leg, right?”
“No, Gwen, I’m serious. That is our assignment.”
“Rubbish! I’d rather be Retconned.”
“I’d be there the whole time watching your back, I promise.”
“And my ass, and my tits-”
“I’ll be strictly professional, I swear! I’ll even tip well.”
“Why can’t Tosh do this?”
“Because frankly she doesn’t have the rack for dancing topless.”
“Stay the fuck out of this, Owen!”
“Think of yourself like Gloria Steinem, Gwen. Going undercover to expose the anti-feminist world of Playboy Bunny Clubs.”
“One, she wore more clothes than I’d be wearing. Two, rifts don’t appear in strip clubs, Jack.”
“No, but blowfish that come through the rift tend to head straight for them.”
“And three, I don’t want to do this. End of story.”
“What if I promised to triple your salary for the next month?”
“…”
“And I’d be right in the front row if anything went wrong.”
“Triple, did you say?”
“I could have Ianto put it in writing.”
“...and I don’t get completely naked. We’re talking bikini covering here.”
“What about pasties and a thong?”
“SHUT UP, OWEN!”
“And a wig in case anyone I know happens to be in the club.”
“Done, as long as I get one lap dance.”
“Jack!”
“Well, you’ve got to look like a real dancer, right?”
“…One dance. And no pictures!”
“Jack, where is she going to hide her gun while she dances?”
“I can hide the bullets in your skull right now, Owen.”