Last call
Who: little!owen and little!ianto and anyone who wants to join them.
What: oh dear
when: Friday late morning
Where: Owen's bar. Then elsewhere.
Technically, Owen had broken the rules, keeping the bar open after Last Call, but it was for Ianto so it didn't really count.
They'd had a few drinks too many, talking about the usual things in the usual way: full of snark and underhanded compliments. Even more remarkably, both managed to go all night without throwing a single punch in the others direction. In the end, passing out unceremoniously in a booth, separated by a table and a dozen empty glasses.
But Owen wouldn't remember that when he awoke in the morning because overnight, he lost about two decades of his life.
Instead, he woke up baffled, a hand touching his face to search for glasses that weren't there. He was in a bar as well. Owen couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. Probably mum, he thought sullenly, though this didn't explain why his clothes were too big for him.
What: oh dear
when: Friday late morning
Where: Owen's bar. Then elsewhere.
Technically, Owen had broken the rules, keeping the bar open after Last Call, but it was for Ianto so it didn't really count.
They'd had a few drinks too many, talking about the usual things in the usual way: full of snark and underhanded compliments. Even more remarkably, both managed to go all night without throwing a single punch in the others direction. In the end, passing out unceremoniously in a booth, separated by a table and a dozen empty glasses.
But Owen wouldn't remember that when he awoke in the morning because overnight, he lost about two decades of his life.
Instead, he woke up baffled, a hand touching his face to search for glasses that weren't there. He was in a bar as well. Owen couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. Probably mum, he thought sullenly, though this didn't explain why his clothes were too big for him.