Fic: Spending the Night with a Welshman
TITLE: Spending the Night with a Welshman
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
CHALLENGE: horizonssing
Day Ten: Summer Rain
Ingredients:
2 Shots De Kuyper Cranberry Liqueur
Top up Apple Juice
Method:
Half fill a highball glass with cubed ice. Pour in the De Kuyper Cranberry Liqueur. Top up with apple juice. Add a squeeze of lime juice. Muddle the ingredients together in the glass. Garnish with a slice of lime.
WORDS: 673
SUMMARY: Set between Season 1 & 2. While Jack is away the team get to know each other a little better. Turns Ianto and Gwen have a competative streak that's not really good for them!
“Does Rhys know you spent the night with another Welshman?” Owen smirked as he watched Gwen peering up at him through the gaps in her ruffled fringe. She shot him a look of confusion before she felt what she had previously thought was the back of the couch shifting against her. She looked down to find a large hand and arm draped over her middle, resting lightly on her thigh. She followed the arm up to the face of Ianto Jones. He would have looked sweet if he hadn’t been snoring lightly and drooling all over his hand that he was lying on.
Gwen’s eyes widened slightly before she lifted Ianto’s arm off of her, swinging her legs round off the couch so she could sit up. She immediately regretted it. She felt queasy and her head gave a horrible jolt to remind her that last night had been good; in fact it had been so good she could barely remember it.
“What happened?” Gwen groaned as she lent forward, placing her head in her hands to try and stop the world from spinning.
“A battle of the sexes.” Owen replied, sitting down in Gwen’s desk chair and sipping on the cup of Starbucks coffee he had picked up. Gwen frowned up at him in confusion.
“Well I think it started out like that but both of you are Welsh and so fucking stubborn that it descended into ‘who could drink who under the table first’. And if you want to know who won, eh, me and Tosh don’t actually know because the bar chucked us out before you both drank them dry.” Owen admitted as Gwen staggered to her feet. She put a hand out into thin air to balance herself and to try and get the world to grind to a halt with her. She had a flashback to the night before.
“I bought drinks.” Gwen announced as she set two pitchers of something red on the table.
“What the hell is that?” Owen chided, pointing dubiously at it.
“It’s called Summer Rain or something. It’s got apple juice and cranberry liqueur in it.”
“Well I’m not bloody well drinking that, it’s too girly. I’m going to get a pint.” Owen said, pulling himself to his feet.
“I don’t like cranberries.” Tosh smiled innocently as she too pulled herself to her feet, following Owen to the bar.
“Looks like it’s just you and me then Ianto.” Gwen smiled as she slid one of the pitcher’s over to Ianto, a couple of straws stuck in the top.
“Then you both started having pitcher races. Most of them were draws until about the third one where Ianto got brain freeze from all the extra ice you’d snuck into it when he went to the loo.” Owen recalled, before pointing an accusing finger at Gwen as she stumbled over to her work station, frantically rummaging for alka seltzers in her top drawer.
“You’re a mean drunk.”
“What happened when we um -“ Gwen pointed between herself and Ianto who was still passed out on the couch.
Owen tried to contain his smirk.
“Well then there was poll dancing and lap dancing but thankfully we stopped you both before the dirty dancing.” Gwen’s eyes widened as the perimeter alarm sounded and the hub door rolled back to admit Tosh who was carrying three Starbucks cups in a Styrofoam holder.
Ianto let out a snort as he came too, sitting up slightly and looking around at his surroundings before blinking down at himself. There was a wet patch all down the front of his jeans and t-shirt.
“I think I wet myself.” Ianto stated matter-of-factly, forming his words carefully round his dry and swollen tongue. He felt a lot closer to drunk than he did sober.
“Don’t worry mate. That’s from when Gwen rugby tackled you into a puddle.” Owen replied as Tosh giggled at the memory. All Ianto and Gwen could do was stare helplessly at each other, making a silent vow to never drink again on team nights out.
AUTHOR: Erin Giles
DISCLAIMER: Torchwood and it’s characters are property of the BBC.
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
CHALLENGE: horizonssing
Day Ten: Summer Rain
Ingredients:
2 Shots De Kuyper Cranberry Liqueur
Top up Apple Juice
Method:
Half fill a highball glass with cubed ice. Pour in the De Kuyper Cranberry Liqueur. Top up with apple juice. Add a squeeze of lime juice. Muddle the ingredients together in the glass. Garnish with a slice of lime.
WORDS: 673
SUMMARY: Set between Season 1 & 2. While Jack is away the team get to know each other a little better. Turns Ianto and Gwen have a competative streak that's not really good for them!
“Does Rhys know you spent the night with another Welshman?” Owen smirked as he watched Gwen peering up at him through the gaps in her ruffled fringe. She shot him a look of confusion before she felt what she had previously thought was the back of the couch shifting against her. She looked down to find a large hand and arm draped over her middle, resting lightly on her thigh. She followed the arm up to the face of Ianto Jones. He would have looked sweet if he hadn’t been snoring lightly and drooling all over his hand that he was lying on.
Gwen’s eyes widened slightly before she lifted Ianto’s arm off of her, swinging her legs round off the couch so she could sit up. She immediately regretted it. She felt queasy and her head gave a horrible jolt to remind her that last night had been good; in fact it had been so good she could barely remember it.
“What happened?” Gwen groaned as she lent forward, placing her head in her hands to try and stop the world from spinning.
“A battle of the sexes.” Owen replied, sitting down in Gwen’s desk chair and sipping on the cup of Starbucks coffee he had picked up. Gwen frowned up at him in confusion.
“Well I think it started out like that but both of you are Welsh and so fucking stubborn that it descended into ‘who could drink who under the table first’. And if you want to know who won, eh, me and Tosh don’t actually know because the bar chucked us out before you both drank them dry.” Owen admitted as Gwen staggered to her feet. She put a hand out into thin air to balance herself and to try and get the world to grind to a halt with her. She had a flashback to the night before.
“I bought drinks.” Gwen announced as she set two pitchers of something red on the table.
“What the hell is that?” Owen chided, pointing dubiously at it.
“It’s called Summer Rain or something. It’s got apple juice and cranberry liqueur in it.”
“Well I’m not bloody well drinking that, it’s too girly. I’m going to get a pint.” Owen said, pulling himself to his feet.
“I don’t like cranberries.” Tosh smiled innocently as she too pulled herself to her feet, following Owen to the bar.
“Looks like it’s just you and me then Ianto.” Gwen smiled as she slid one of the pitcher’s over to Ianto, a couple of straws stuck in the top.
“Then you both started having pitcher races. Most of them were draws until about the third one where Ianto got brain freeze from all the extra ice you’d snuck into it when he went to the loo.” Owen recalled, before pointing an accusing finger at Gwen as she stumbled over to her work station, frantically rummaging for alka seltzers in her top drawer.
“You’re a mean drunk.”
“What happened when we um -“ Gwen pointed between herself and Ianto who was still passed out on the couch.
Owen tried to contain his smirk.
“Well then there was poll dancing and lap dancing but thankfully we stopped you both before the dirty dancing.” Gwen’s eyes widened as the perimeter alarm sounded and the hub door rolled back to admit Tosh who was carrying three Starbucks cups in a Styrofoam holder.
Ianto let out a snort as he came too, sitting up slightly and looking around at his surroundings before blinking down at himself. There was a wet patch all down the front of his jeans and t-shirt.
“I think I wet myself.” Ianto stated matter-of-factly, forming his words carefully round his dry and swollen tongue. He felt a lot closer to drunk than he did sober.
“Don’t worry mate. That’s from when Gwen rugby tackled you into a puddle.” Owen replied as Tosh giggled at the memory. All Ianto and Gwen could do was stare helplessly at each other, making a silent vow to never drink again on team nights out.