A better way to start your day
Title: A better way to start the day
Rating: Suitable for all
Word count: 100
Summary: Ianto takes his hot chocolate seriously.
A/N: I saw an advert on TV this week for a new range of hot chocolate drinks from Mars (the company not the planet…though as this is the Whoniverse…!). Knowing how fussy Ianto can be about his coffee (and hot chocolate if you read the posts for Day 10 of redismycolour on LJ) I could just imagine how offended he would be by these ready-made drinks, and lo, a drabble is written. Originally written as part of my '2009 - A Year in Drabbles' on Teaspoon.
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“Jack - Ianto’s pulled his gun on me, again!”
What now? Jack muttered.
“I didn’t do anything. I just suggested he try these hot chocolate drinks Rhys bought. They’re gorgeous.” Gwen nodded towards the brightly coloured cups on her desk.
“Ianto,” Jack said warningly and Ianto, reluctantly, holstered his gun.
“They’ve got real milk and chocolate in them,” Gwen explained, “and marshmallows for the top. You just put them in the microwave for 90 s-s-s…” Gwen’s voice tailed off as she looked down the barrel of Jack’s Webley.
“What did I say?” she groaned.
Rating: Suitable for all
Word count: 100
Summary: Ianto takes his hot chocolate seriously.
A/N: I saw an advert on TV this week for a new range of hot chocolate drinks from Mars (the company not the planet…though as this is the Whoniverse…!). Knowing how fussy Ianto can be about his coffee (and hot chocolate if you read the posts for Day 10 of redismycolour on LJ) I could just imagine how offended he would be by these ready-made drinks, and lo, a drabble is written. Originally written as part of my '2009 - A Year in Drabbles' on Teaspoon.
oOo
“Jack - Ianto’s pulled his gun on me, again!”
What now? Jack muttered.
“I didn’t do anything. I just suggested he try these hot chocolate drinks Rhys bought. They’re gorgeous.” Gwen nodded towards the brightly coloured cups on her desk.
“Ianto,” Jack said warningly and Ianto, reluctantly, holstered his gun.
“They’ve got real milk and chocolate in them,” Gwen explained, “and marshmallows for the top. You just put them in the microwave for 90 s-s-s…” Gwen’s voice tailed off as she looked down the barrel of Jack’s Webley.
“What did I say?” she groaned.