Drabble(ish): Two Pints And A Sheep
Title: Two Pints And A Sheep
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys, Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 202
Spoilers: Something Borrowed (TW 2.9)
Disclaimers: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Author's Note: When your partner works for Torchwood, who do you have left to talk to? Written for erin_giles for the drabble meme prompt.
Two Pints And A Sheep
Rhys drained the last of his pint, and rubbed his eyes. He pointed his finger at his companion. “At least you get a chance to see your significant other every day.”
“That’s not always a good thing,” Ianto stated, wriggling his aching arse, trying to get comfortable on the stool.
After not hearing a word from Rhys in five minutes and 26 seconds, Ianto looked at the Welshman. Rhys was staring at something behind Ianto. Ianto followed his gaze and saw a sheep on two legs talking on a mobile. He was about to ring the office when a blue light enveloped the sheep, making it disappear. Ianto sighed rather loudly.
“Bloody hell,” Rhys muttered as he picked up a fresh pint without looking and downed the entire glass in one gulp. “Do you know Gwen stole my inflatable sheep? Don’t know what she did with it. My mates got it for me.”
Ianto started choking on his beer. He knew exactly where that sheep was and he also figured Rhys wouldn’t it back anytime soon. It was time to change the subject from sheep. “At least Gwen doesn’t make you wear a uniform for foreplay.”
“You would think so.” Rhys grinned.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Rhys, Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 202
Spoilers: Something Borrowed (TW 2.9)
Disclaimers: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Author's Note: When your partner works for Torchwood, who do you have left to talk to? Written for erin_giles for the drabble meme prompt.
Two Pints And A Sheep
Rhys drained the last of his pint, and rubbed his eyes. He pointed his finger at his companion. “At least you get a chance to see your significant other every day.”
“That’s not always a good thing,” Ianto stated, wriggling his aching arse, trying to get comfortable on the stool.
After not hearing a word from Rhys in five minutes and 26 seconds, Ianto looked at the Welshman. Rhys was staring at something behind Ianto. Ianto followed his gaze and saw a sheep on two legs talking on a mobile. He was about to ring the office when a blue light enveloped the sheep, making it disappear. Ianto sighed rather loudly.
“Bloody hell,” Rhys muttered as he picked up a fresh pint without looking and downed the entire glass in one gulp. “Do you know Gwen stole my inflatable sheep? Don’t know what she did with it. My mates got it for me.”
Ianto started choking on his beer. He knew exactly where that sheep was and he also figured Rhys wouldn’t it back anytime soon. It was time to change the subject from sheep. “At least Gwen doesn’t make you wear a uniform for foreplay.”
“You would think so.” Rhys grinned.