Red is My Colour Day Twenty-six - The Catty Kings of Torchwood 3
Title: The Catty Kings of Tochwood 3
Characters: Ianto and Owen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set after End of Days - S1E13
Summary: Ianto and Owen let off steam with a few drinks
Warnings: Not beta checked. Also more Gwen bashing... 2 days in a row I know! I really don't hate her, really. She is just easy to pick on.
Disclaimer: I wished I owned them I really do but until I am rich they belong to BBC
A/N: Written for day 26 of redismycolour .
winter came down to our home one night
quietly pirouetting in on
silver-toed slippers of snow
and we, we were children once again
-Bill Morgan, Jr.
The shop bells above the door tingled loudly as Ianto entered the small pub he and Owen had agreed to meet at for a drink.
"About time you got here, you git. I've been waiting for twenty minutes." Owen was indeed already there with two pints and a plate of bar finger foods waiting.
"Sorry but you know how things get as you're about the walk out the door." Ianto sat down at their table and took a healthy drink of his beer, surprised it wasn't warm after sitting out for nearly half an hour.
"You mean Gwen started moaning at you as you were about to leave." Owen corrected, shivering as the draft was let in by another patron.
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Owen, you have no idea. 'Ianto you can't make me stay I have a date with Rhys' even though we've had a rota for 2 months!" Ianto mimicked. "She drives me nuts, 'Ianto why don't you be a love and go file. Ianto you must miss Jack so much but I'm here for you lamb'."
"At least she hasn't usurped your position as leader in Jack's absence." Owen scowled, flicking some of the foam floating on his pint onto the floor.
"Let's not kid ourselves Owen, who really runs the Hub? Us or her? She'd fall to bits if she realized what it really takes to keep it afloat." Owen snickered at this as it quite true. Gwen literally expected everything she or the team needed to pop out of nowhere. Being a secret organization and all they never had to requisition anything.
"Speaking of keeping things afloat, any luck figuring out where our smashing Captain gets his retcon supplies from?"
"No a hint so far," Ianto answered, grabbing a few chips. "Almost had a real mess today; we're running too low."
"I know... Why the fuck does he get to run off and have all the fun and leave us with the shite of the universe?" Owen finished his beer and motioned for another round. They were defiantly getting pissed.
"Because you need to have some sort of dashing title attached to your name for adventures like that. Something bold like captain or mysterious like the doctor."
"I am a doctor you arse." Owen shoved Ianto lightly.
"Not the right kind apparently," Ianto said morosely before downing the rest of his pint.
"Oh don't get soppy on me you pathetic sod. Harkness can fuck himself and so can Gwen. We are the kings of Torchwood now so you better start acting like it!"
"We rule supreme?" Ianto asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement.
"Damn right! Now drink up before we get shipped off to the shitty Himalayas, where there is no beer and one scary yeti waiting for us."
The new round arrived and each man took his glass in hand. "To the new kings of Torchwood; may the rest of the universe fear us."
"Indeed!" Ianto couldn't keep it together any longer and snorted into his drink. "I feel like such a primary child right now."
"Well, now you've gone and ruined the moment."
"I apologize profusely King Owen."
"Oh shut up and drink your pint!" The two men spend the rest of the evening drinking far too much beer and truly being the catty kings of Torchwood 3.
Characters: Ianto and Owen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set after End of Days - S1E13
Summary: Ianto and Owen let off steam with a few drinks
Warnings: Not beta checked. Also more Gwen bashing... 2 days in a row I know! I really don't hate her, really. She is just easy to pick on.
Disclaimer: I wished I owned them I really do but until I am rich they belong to BBC
A/N: Written for day 26 of redismycolour .
winter came down to our home one night
quietly pirouetting in on
silver-toed slippers of snow
and we, we were children once again
-Bill Morgan, Jr.
The shop bells above the door tingled loudly as Ianto entered the small pub he and Owen had agreed to meet at for a drink.
"About time you got here, you git. I've been waiting for twenty minutes." Owen was indeed already there with two pints and a plate of bar finger foods waiting.
"Sorry but you know how things get as you're about the walk out the door." Ianto sat down at their table and took a healthy drink of his beer, surprised it wasn't warm after sitting out for nearly half an hour.
"You mean Gwen started moaning at you as you were about to leave." Owen corrected, shivering as the draft was let in by another patron.
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Owen, you have no idea. 'Ianto you can't make me stay I have a date with Rhys' even though we've had a rota for 2 months!" Ianto mimicked. "She drives me nuts, 'Ianto why don't you be a love and go file. Ianto you must miss Jack so much but I'm here for you lamb'."
"At least she hasn't usurped your position as leader in Jack's absence." Owen scowled, flicking some of the foam floating on his pint onto the floor.
"Let's not kid ourselves Owen, who really runs the Hub? Us or her? She'd fall to bits if she realized what it really takes to keep it afloat." Owen snickered at this as it quite true. Gwen literally expected everything she or the team needed to pop out of nowhere. Being a secret organization and all they never had to requisition anything.
"Speaking of keeping things afloat, any luck figuring out where our smashing Captain gets his retcon supplies from?"
"No a hint so far," Ianto answered, grabbing a few chips. "Almost had a real mess today; we're running too low."
"I know... Why the fuck does he get to run off and have all the fun and leave us with the shite of the universe?" Owen finished his beer and motioned for another round. They were defiantly getting pissed.
"Because you need to have some sort of dashing title attached to your name for adventures like that. Something bold like captain or mysterious like the doctor."
"I am a doctor you arse." Owen shoved Ianto lightly.
"Not the right kind apparently," Ianto said morosely before downing the rest of his pint.
"Oh don't get soppy on me you pathetic sod. Harkness can fuck himself and so can Gwen. We are the kings of Torchwood now so you better start acting like it!"
"We rule supreme?" Ianto asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement.
"Damn right! Now drink up before we get shipped off to the shitty Himalayas, where there is no beer and one scary yeti waiting for us."
The new round arrived and each man took his glass in hand. "To the new kings of Torchwood; may the rest of the universe fear us."
"Indeed!" Ianto couldn't keep it together any longer and snorted into his drink. "I feel like such a primary child right now."
"Well, now you've gone and ruined the moment."
"I apologize profusely King Owen."
"Oh shut up and drink your pint!" The two men spend the rest of the evening drinking far too much beer and truly being the catty kings of Torchwood 3.