The Park - Wednesday
Jack was crawling the walls. Had been crawling the walls most of the night and seriously Ianto was ready to beat him about the head with a rubber mallet. Instead, recognizing his boss's restlessness, the young Welshman had suggested a game of basketball.
Torchwood style.
Changing into one of Jack's t-shirts and some jeans, Ianto dragged Jack down to the park where the man could bounce around like a hyper Shepherd stretch his legs. Jack of course had taken the oppertunity offered by the warm weather to get shirtless as quick as possible.
Ianto hit him in the head with the basketball and the game was on.
As they had last time, they were simply using a Y between two tree branches and a trashbin as their 'baskets' though the main goal of the game seemed to be just how violently each could foul the other.
Currently, Ianto had swung a wicked elbow into Jack's solar plexus, dropping the older man to his knees as he ran off with the ball.
"Oooo," Jack groaned, blue eyes flashing dangerously. "Now you're just turning me on, Ianto."
"Drywall turns you on, Sir." Ianto sassed from where he bounced the ball just out of reach.
"What can I saw, it's the spackling," Jack growled, launching himself in Ianto's direction.
[ooc: Open! And yes, maybe a wee bit inspired by a certain trailer showing on You Tube at the moment. ;)]
Torchwood style.
Changing into one of Jack's t-shirts and some jeans, Ianto dragged Jack down to the park where the man could bounce around like a hyper Shepherd stretch his legs. Jack of course had taken the oppertunity offered by the warm weather to get shirtless as quick as possible.
Ianto hit him in the head with the basketball and the game was on.
As they had last time, they were simply using a Y between two tree branches and a trashbin as their 'baskets' though the main goal of the game seemed to be just how violently each could foul the other.
Currently, Ianto had swung a wicked elbow into Jack's solar plexus, dropping the older man to his knees as he ran off with the ball.
"Oooo," Jack groaned, blue eyes flashing dangerously. "Now you're just turning me on, Ianto."
"Drywall turns you on, Sir." Ianto sassed from where he bounced the ball just out of reach.
"What can I saw, it's the spackling," Jack growled, launching himself in Ianto's direction.
[ooc: Open! And yes, maybe a wee bit inspired by a certain trailer showing on You Tube at the moment. ;)]