March 6th, 2007

torchwood

Tipple

"It was purple." Gwen traced a condensation circle with her finger. "I like purple."

Tosh shook her head violently, then froze to let the room catch up. "It was green and had a little umbrella." She smiled gratefully as Ianto handed her a coffee, it would be another fifteen minutes before it sunk in that he hadn't been wearing trousers.

"I was hit by a bus." Owen groaned theatrically before passing out.

Jack surveyed his miserable-looking crew. "You're all a bunch of lightweights." He doubted they'd ask him to mix them drinks from his private stash any time soon.

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