This is a mistake
Who: Owen and Tosh
What: The date
When: Monday evening, Owen swings by her place to pick her up.
Status: Complete.
Rating: R. For sexins.
Ianto's advice was to be taken sparingly, so Owen thought. He had debated on the issue of flowers for near two weeks for this reason: Flowers might mean commitment. But Ianto was so damn adamant about it, Owen trusted his friend enough on the issue to forsake his ego and "borrow" some flowers from nearby lawns. Trimming the stems and fashioning them into a sort of bouquet, it was a bit on the weak side, but he still held it tightly in his hand, standing at the door to her flat.
Owen took a moment before knocking, using it to briefly reflect. He was dressed smartly but not overly so. A dark and casual suit with a loosely buttoned shirt, no tie; an outfit that said romance but not Romance. In his other hand he held a bottle of wine -- both a gesture of apology for goading Tosh into drinking quite a bit of hers the last time and to give her the opportunity of using it to forget this date if things went up in flames.
Clearing his throat a bit, Owen raised the hand with the flowers and gave the door a sharp knock three times in quick succession.
What: The date
When: Monday evening, Owen swings by her place to pick her up.
Status: Complete.
Rating: R. For sexins.
Ianto's advice was to be taken sparingly, so Owen thought. He had debated on the issue of flowers for near two weeks for this reason: Flowers might mean commitment. But Ianto was so damn adamant about it, Owen trusted his friend enough on the issue to forsake his ego and "borrow" some flowers from nearby lawns. Trimming the stems and fashioning them into a sort of bouquet, it was a bit on the weak side, but he still held it tightly in his hand, standing at the door to her flat.
Owen took a moment before knocking, using it to briefly reflect. He was dressed smartly but not overly so. A dark and casual suit with a loosely buttoned shirt, no tie; an outfit that said romance but not Romance. In his other hand he held a bottle of wine -- both a gesture of apology for goading Tosh into drinking quite a bit of hers the last time and to give her the opportunity of using it to forget this date if things went up in flames.
Clearing his throat a bit, Owen raised the hand with the flowers and gave the door a sharp knock three times in quick succession.