"Back Stage: Enter Stage Left, Act I" Chapter 10
Title: "Back Stage: Enter Stage Left, Act I"
Rating: Mentions of sexual behaviour and ast drug use- a PG I would have thought?
Spoilers/Disclaimers : Torchwood, belongs to the BBC and RTD, I’m just borrowing the characters- I own nothing here, nor do I make any money! So please don't prosecute! It’s an AU story, so I’m pretty sure that it shouldn’t spoil anyone’s enjoyment of Torchwood itself.
Summary: Torchwood characters in a story set in the contemporary world of UK theatre/entertainment.
A/N: A short chapter here- sorry for the delay in posting, but I hope to have another for the weekend.
Chapter list: http://wanda1969.livejournal.com/23796.html
Chapter 10
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As he left the party, Ianto had sought Toshiko out, and, using the excuse that the drink had got the better of him, said his goodnights and made a hasty exit. As if he wouldn’t have enough difficulty trying to forget the incident with Jack, the quarter of an hour taxi ride home gave him yet more time to dwell on what had happened. At least he was sure that Jack was a good enough friend not to gossip on stage about both their lapses in common sense; tomorrow could well have been even more mortifyingly embarrassing if the actor had been the type to boast or take the mickey, even though all they’d done was kiss.
There was little to distract him from his thoughts when he arrived home- yet again, Lisa was already sound asleep and there would be no small talk along the lines of “how was your evening, Lisa?”, although he found himself feeling grateful for that, as he didn’t even want to contemplate what his own response would have been to the same question. He grabbed a glass and the just more than half full bottle of white wine from the ‘fridge, a blanket and pillow from the cupboard in the hall, and he slumped onto the sofa, switching the TV onto low. He knew that he had a possibly sleepless night ahead of him, and the last thing he wanted to do was wake his girlfriend.
He poured a glass of wine and gulped at it, finishing it in three, quick mouthfuls. He filled another glassful and shook his head. He wasn’t even gay, so why on Earth had he kissed Jack? It was that bloody punch, and the dope hadn’t helped- that was it. There was no denying that Jack was good looking- and, more irritatingly, oozed charm and charisma- but he wasn’t attracted to men. Yes, there’d been that time in his first Year at University when things had got out of hand between him and Paul Campbell, one of the guys he shared a house with. They’d been out to a club and, several drinks and an ‘E’ each later they’d stumbled back home to an empty house. A couple of beers later and they were more or less making out on the settee; a not very erotic session of snogging had led to mutual fumbling that neither young man had really talked about after the event. It had all been very clinical to an extent, and there’d been no question about fancying each other. Both of them had needed some kind of release at the time- that and the fact that they were both pretty much off their heads. But there’d never been anything more- before or since- with Paul or any other male, and the two young men hadn’t even discussed the encounter again; Ianto had met Lisa soon after and memories of that night had rarely surfaced, however there was a clear correlation in his mind. Add alcohol and drugs into the equation and mix in some sexual frustration (Ianto found it hard to remember the last time that he and Lisa had made love), and it clearly equalled some highly inappropriate behaviour on his part. He finished the last of the Soave and settled down against the pillow and cushions and draped the blanket around himself. There was only one way forward in all of this. Apologise profusely again to Jack, and try to get through the Last Night Party without somehow further making the state of affairs any worse.
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To Be Continued…