Torchwood IMs: Ianto and Gwen: The Morning After
Title: Ianto and Gwen: The Morning After
Chapter: 28
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: M.M implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Set after Drunk!Ianto and Drunk!Rhys. For goddess_ophelia and naddypants
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You (Prose)
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 | The Waiting Room
24 | The Glitch (Interactive)
25 | Obtained File: Torchwood/CPD Liaison Meeting #14
26 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool
27 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool (Translation)
28 |
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Morning, Ianto.
MR JONES: Morning Gwen! :)
GWEN: How’s your head?
MR JONES: Fine.
GWEN: ... how can it be ‘fine’? Mine’s about to explode!
MR JONES: I got here early this morning and nicked one of Owen’s hangover drips.
GWEN: A drip? That’s a bit extreme!
MR JONES: The only way to cure a hangover, though. The problem’s in the blood, so that’s where you need to start.
GWEN: I see. Anyways ... I think you and I need to have words.
MR JONES: Uh ... oh ...
MR JONES: Whatever you think I did, Rhys made me do it.
GWEN: You were in such a state this morning that you left your laptop at my flat.
MR JONES: Whatever you found ... it was Jack’s idea.
GWEN: For some reason you and Rhys decided to have an IM conversation, even though you sat next to each other. You left your laptop on with that conversation still open.
MR JONES: Oh ...
MR JONES: Reading my IMs? You’re as bad as Jack!
GWEN: I didn’t understand most of it. You were doing that silly Manchester-Chav thing. I did realise, though, that I was referred to several times as Rhys’ “biatch”.
MR JONES: I only followed on from Rhys’ cues, I’m sure.
GWEN: Funny. You seemed to have been the one to use the term first.
MR JONES: If you’re about to play the sexism card, I should warn you I’ve got two homophobic aces hidden up my pretty pink silk sleeves.
GWEN: :o! Ianto! I’m not playing a ‘card’. I’m just asking that you no longer refer to me as Rhys’ bitch!
MR JONES: I know, I know. I just wanted to pull that line. I’ve been sitting on it for a while ...
GWEN: Anyways ...
GWEN: The Rift is quiet this morning. Shall we see if Jack wants to play basketball?
MR JONES: It’s not the same with only three of us. I always end up being Ref, which is a bit crap since I don’t actually know the rules.
GWEN: Awww.
GWEN: I'm sorry, but if you were to actually play and get a bit physical ... Jack would get turned on and start trying to surreptitiously shag you.
MR JONES: I know I know.
GWEN: Did you bring any DVD’s or anything today?
MR JONES: I’ve got James Bond.
GWEN: ... anything I’d like to watch?
MR JONES: *hmph*
MR JONES: The Mighty Boosh?
GWEN: The What-the What-the?
MR JONES: The insanely brilliant comedy duo that is The Mighty Boosh!
GWEN: Never heard of them.
MR JONES: You knowwww! “Come with us now on a journey through Time and Space ...”
GWEN: I thought that was Star Wars ...
MR JONES: *thud*
MR JONES: I’ll bring down the box set. We’re having a Booshathon.
8:34PM
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: I think I’ve got Boosh!Apathy.
MR JONES: Haha! You loved it though!
GWEN: ... did we have to watch all three series in one go??
MR JONES: At least you’re up to speed.
GWEN: There were things in that show weirder than anything I’ve seen here ...
MR JONES: Still ... at least if someone runs up to you in the street screaming: “DEEP SEA TRANSSEXUAL!!” you’ll know what to look for.
GWEN: Green, scaly man with a silver bomber jacket and pink tutu?
MR JONES: Spot on!
GWEN: We should make DVD time a regular thing! Team bonding!
MR JONES: ... er ... yay?
GWEN: We have to bring Jack though.
MR JONES: Okay. You can choose the DVD for next time.
GWEN: OOooooh! I think “Pretty Woman”!
MR JONES: I think “No”.
GWEN: I sat through over 10 hours of Boosh!
MR JONES: Do you honestly think it would do your team dynamic any good to force us to watch something as sappy and mediocre as “Pretty Woman”?
GWEN: Fine ... but whatever I choose next we *have* to watch!
MR JONES: Okay okay.
GWEN: Promise?
MR JONES: Yeppers.
GWEN: Hmmm ...
GWEN: Either “Moulin Rouge!”
MR JONES: No.
GWEN: ... or “Titanic”.
MR JONES: Double No.
GWEN: What? Why? You said ... !
MR JONES: What happens at the end of both of those films? One half of the happy couple dies. I don’t think Jack would appreciate it.
GWEN: Oh ... I’m sorry Ianto. I didn’t think.
MR JONES: It’s fine Gwen. Honestly.
GWEN: I love those films. I just didn’t think.
MR JONES: I’m fine with it. I just don’t think Jack will be is all.
GWEN: Sorry
MR JONES: I’ve got Derren Brown’s TV specials on DVD. We could watch “Séance” and shit ourselves.
GWEN: Sounds much better!
MR JONES: :)
GWEN: Same time-ish next week?
MR JONES: Yep! Well ... Rift permitting.
GWEN: gdgd.
MR JONES: It’s still quiet. Do you want to play hide and seek while Jack is out?
GWEN: ... normal hide and seek?
MR JONES: HA! Yes, normal hide and seek.
GWEN: Winner gets a rake?
MR JONES: You’re on!
GWEN: Oh! By the way! Ianto?
MR JONES: Yes?
GWEN: You owe Rhys a fiver. ;)
GWEN has left the conversation
FIN
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Chapter: 28
Characters: Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: M.M implied
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Set after Drunk!Ianto and Drunk!Rhys. For goddess_ophelia and naddypants
01 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
02 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
03 | Skiving with Captain Andy
04 | Ianto and Jack's IMs
05 | Tosh? Gossiping? Never!
06 | What Toshiko Saw ... (Prose)
07 | Captain Andy handles the Force
08 | Ianto and SOCO Strikes Back
09 | Into the Boardroom (Prose)
10 | Ianto's, Tosh's, Gwen and Jack's IMs
11 | Ianto and Rhys' IMs
12 | Obtained File: CPD/Torchwood Liaison Meeting #13
13 | What Toshiko Wants (Prose)
14 | The In-Laws
15 | Mike
16 | Ianto and Jack's Snuggles
17 | Sorry, mam ... I mean ... Gwen
18 | Kisses (Prose)
19 | Australia
20 | White and Nerdy
21 | I Didn't Miss You (Prose)
22 | Gwen and Rhiannon's IMs
23 | The Waiting Room
24 | The Glitch (Interactive)
25 | Obtained File: Torchwood/CPD Liaison Meeting #14
26 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool
27 | Ianto and Rhys VS SOCO and Cool (Translation)
28 |
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: Morning, Ianto.
MR JONES: Morning Gwen! :)
GWEN: How’s your head?
MR JONES: Fine.
GWEN: ... how can it be ‘fine’? Mine’s about to explode!
MR JONES: I got here early this morning and nicked one of Owen’s hangover drips.
GWEN: A drip? That’s a bit extreme!
MR JONES: The only way to cure a hangover, though. The problem’s in the blood, so that’s where you need to start.
GWEN: I see. Anyways ... I think you and I need to have words.
MR JONES: Uh ... oh ...
MR JONES: Whatever you think I did, Rhys made me do it.
GWEN: You were in such a state this morning that you left your laptop at my flat.
MR JONES: Whatever you found ... it was Jack’s idea.
GWEN: For some reason you and Rhys decided to have an IM conversation, even though you sat next to each other. You left your laptop on with that conversation still open.
MR JONES: Oh ...
MR JONES: Reading my IMs? You’re as bad as Jack!
GWEN: I didn’t understand most of it. You were doing that silly Manchester-Chav thing. I did realise, though, that I was referred to several times as Rhys’ “biatch”.
MR JONES: I only followed on from Rhys’ cues, I’m sure.
GWEN: Funny. You seemed to have been the one to use the term first.
MR JONES: If you’re about to play the sexism card, I should warn you I’ve got two homophobic aces hidden up my pretty pink silk sleeves.
GWEN: :o! Ianto! I’m not playing a ‘card’. I’m just asking that you no longer refer to me as Rhys’ bitch!
MR JONES: I know, I know. I just wanted to pull that line. I’ve been sitting on it for a while ...
GWEN: Anyways ...
GWEN: The Rift is quiet this morning. Shall we see if Jack wants to play basketball?
MR JONES: It’s not the same with only three of us. I always end up being Ref, which is a bit crap since I don’t actually know the rules.
GWEN: Awww.
GWEN: I'm sorry, but if you were to actually play and get a bit physical ... Jack would get turned on and start trying to surreptitiously shag you.
MR JONES: I know I know.
GWEN: Did you bring any DVD’s or anything today?
MR JONES: I’ve got James Bond.
GWEN: ... anything I’d like to watch?
MR JONES: *hmph*
MR JONES: The Mighty Boosh?
GWEN: The What-the What-the?
MR JONES: The insanely brilliant comedy duo that is The Mighty Boosh!
GWEN: Never heard of them.
MR JONES: You knowwww! “Come with us now on a journey through Time and Space ...”
GWEN: I thought that was Star Wars ...
MR JONES: *thud*
MR JONES: I’ll bring down the box set. We’re having a Booshathon.
8:34PM
GWEN has entered the conversation
GWEN: I think I’ve got Boosh!Apathy.
MR JONES: Haha! You loved it though!
GWEN: ... did we have to watch all three series in one go??
MR JONES: At least you’re up to speed.
GWEN: There were things in that show weirder than anything I’ve seen here ...
MR JONES: Still ... at least if someone runs up to you in the street screaming: “DEEP SEA TRANSSEXUAL!!” you’ll know what to look for.
GWEN: Green, scaly man with a silver bomber jacket and pink tutu?
MR JONES: Spot on!
GWEN: We should make DVD time a regular thing! Team bonding!
MR JONES: ... er ... yay?
GWEN: We have to bring Jack though.
MR JONES: Okay. You can choose the DVD for next time.
GWEN: OOooooh! I think “Pretty Woman”!
MR JONES: I think “No”.
GWEN: I sat through over 10 hours of Boosh!
MR JONES: Do you honestly think it would do your team dynamic any good to force us to watch something as sappy and mediocre as “Pretty Woman”?
GWEN: Fine ... but whatever I choose next we *have* to watch!
MR JONES: Okay okay.
GWEN: Promise?
MR JONES: Yeppers.
GWEN: Hmmm ...
GWEN: Either “Moulin Rouge!”
MR JONES: No.
GWEN: ... or “Titanic”.
MR JONES: Double No.
GWEN: What? Why? You said ... !
MR JONES: What happens at the end of both of those films? One half of the happy couple dies. I don’t think Jack would appreciate it.
GWEN: Oh ... I’m sorry Ianto. I didn’t think.
MR JONES: It’s fine Gwen. Honestly.
GWEN: I love those films. I just didn’t think.
MR JONES: I’m fine with it. I just don’t think Jack will be is all.
GWEN: Sorry
MR JONES: I’ve got Derren Brown’s TV specials on DVD. We could watch “Séance” and shit ourselves.
GWEN: Sounds much better!
MR JONES: :)
GWEN: Same time-ish next week?
MR JONES: Yep! Well ... Rift permitting.
GWEN: gdgd.
MR JONES: It’s still quiet. Do you want to play hide and seek while Jack is out?
GWEN: ... normal hide and seek?
MR JONES: HA! Yes, normal hide and seek.
GWEN: Winner gets a rake?
MR JONES: You’re on!
GWEN: Oh! By the way! Ianto?
MR JONES: Yes?
GWEN: You owe Rhys a fiver. ;)
GWEN has left the conversation
FIN
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