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Spin the Bottle
Title: Spin the Bottle
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Team
Words: 150
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Spoilers: None
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_lullabelle_ who gave the prompt "spin the bottle" an age ago.
The rift was quiet, so with Rhys at an away match overnight, the team followed Gwen back to her flat for a night of takeaway and drinking.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Team
Words: 150
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for
_lullabelle_ who gave the prompt "spin the bottle" an age ago.The rift was quiet, so with Rhys at an away match overnight, the team followed Gwen back to her flat for a night of takeaway and drinking.
At some point - that none of them could really remember – someone - that they were still arguing over - had suggested playing spin the bottle.
Happily, there were a number of bottles to choose from.
It was all going swimmingly well except that every time Ianto spun, the bottle pointed at Owen. The Londoner changed seats with everyone around the table, but unerringly it was him that once again received Ianto’s attentions on every spin.
Once the alcohol and Owen’s patience had both been exhausted, they all started drifting their way home. Jack pulled Ianto close.
“Isn’t it a bit strange that you kept getting Owen like that?”
Ianto grinned back at him. “As you say Jack, it’s all in the wrist.”