Gwen had intended to change and leave, but she just couldn't refuse Jack. She took off running, careful not to slip, and dove in. The sudden temperature change took her breath away. "Shit!" she gasped, "Body parts are freezing off."
Jack laughed. "Maybe they've had second thoughts. Well, don't worry. We can arrange a one-on-one game," he suggested. "Or a Torchwood tournament. There are four of us here. That's an even number. You and Owen versus me and Ianto."
"Former president of the-...Y'know, half the time I can't tell if you're being serious or just taking the piss." Gwen swam over to the edge and put her arms up on it. "What's Mr. President like, then?"
Jack shrugged. "Just like the history books described him," he said. "You'd like him. Very easy-going. His name's Zaphod Beeblebrox. You can't miss him. Two heads, three arms and a whole lot of cool."
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"It's bracing," he agreed. "Good conditioning for naked rugby."
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