Drabble: The Ninth Day…
Title: The Ninth Day…
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, team, OCs
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 303 - Twelve Days at tw100
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Random insanity.
Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Part 9 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’.
The Eighth Day…
On the ninth day of Christmas, Torchwood got a call about a disturbance in Asda; an entire checkout queue was doing the cancan.
Owen took one look and covered his eyes, saying something about being scarred for life.
Ianto had to agree. None of the ladies was under seventy; nobody needed to see that many pairs of bloomers on display!
Jack persuaded the dancers to form a conga line behind him and danced them into the staff area, while Tosh found the device responsible and switched it off.
All nine ladies agreed they hadn’t had so much fun in years.
TBC in ‘ The Tenth Day…’