In Vino Veritas
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Title: In Vino Veritas
Author:
jupiter2932
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Tosh, Team
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 20, truth serum
Summary:
Tosh is in rare form, cackling with Jack, her dangling gold earrings splashing light on her cheeks when she turns her head.
"You know she'd say yes if you asked her on a date," Ianto says.
The brown-sweet taste of rum and coke hangs on his lips when he licks them, the mellow sugar bite of it warming his throat and loosening his tongue.
They've taken over the pub's corner booth for supper, Ianto on his left and Gwen on his right, Tosh and Jack, in rare form, across from them, cackling over a text message on Tosh's phone from a guy from a dating website.
She's got her red sweater on again tonight, the one that suits her complexion, and she's paired it today with dangling gold earrings that splash small pools of light on her cheeks when she turns her head.
She looks nice.
He's not a cheap date, but he has enough he's feeling light and warm and eminently comfortable, enough he doesn't bat Ianto away when Ianto, delightfully buzzed himself, slings an arm over his shoulders and ruffles his hair.
"You know she'd say yes if you asked her on a date," Ianto says into his ear during a burst of laughter.
"Please," he says, licking the last of the sweetness off his lips. "Like I'm good enough for her."
The words don't even sting, to him they're such an obvious truth.
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Tosh, Team
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 20, truth serum
Summary:
Tosh is in rare form, cackling with Jack, her dangling gold earrings splashing light on her cheeks when she turns her head.
"You know she'd say yes if you asked her on a date," Ianto says.
The brown-sweet taste of rum and coke hangs on his lips when he licks them, the mellow sugar bite of it warming his throat and loosening his tongue.
They've taken over the pub's corner booth for supper, Ianto on his left and Gwen on his right, Tosh and Jack, in rare form, across from them, cackling over a text message on Tosh's phone from a guy from a dating website.
She's got her red sweater on again tonight, the one that suits her complexion, and she's paired it today with dangling gold earrings that splash small pools of light on her cheeks when she turns her head.
She looks nice.
He's not a cheap date, but he has enough he's feeling light and warm and eminently comfortable, enough he doesn't bat Ianto away when Ianto, delightfully buzzed himself, slings an arm over his shoulders and ruffles his hair.
"You know she'd say yes if you asked her on a date," Ianto says into his ear during a burst of laughter.
"Please," he says, licking the last of the sweetness off his lips. "Like I'm good enough for her."
The words don't even sting, to him they're such an obvious truth.
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