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Torchwood -- I'll Have What He's Having
Title: I'll Have What He's Having
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Ten
Date Written: 7/14/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 448
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen and Tosh (mentioned)
Spoilers: Up through Season 02.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I promised![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teachwriteslash some happy after my angst-fest last post. As always, all previous horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.
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.
In one of Ianto's past lives he'd been a bartender. Cocktails, martinis, mixed drinks, he could pull them off without a hitch.
When they've all had a hard day, he'll make their favorites before sending them on their way; a dry martini (three olives) for Jack, a Cosmopolitan for Gwen.
Toshiko had liked sake, hot to the point of boiling so she could inhale the fumes before gulping the cups down in shots. Owen had been fond of a particular brand of whiskey that was extremely hard to come by. Ianto had bought it in bulk before he died the first time, and he normally had a glass of the liquor neat while Gwen and Jack fought over his olives.
Gwen can't hold her liquor to save her life, so when it's a very bad mission and she keeps asking for drink after drink, Ianto ends up calling Rhys to come take her home. She always greets him with sloppy drunk kisses and hugs -- she's a happy drunk -- and comes in the next day with circles under her eyes but no complaints about the hangover.
Ianto usually brings Jack a drink before he goes home, sometimes to drive the Captain a little around the bend. There were some great, salacious drink names out there and the way Jack would react to the names coming out of his mouth was priceless (he actually snorted his drink up his nose when Ianto served him a Screaming Orgasm).
Today he sets a highball glass on Jack's desk, a purple-red liquid swirling about the ice. "And what's this one today?" Jack asked, voice full of amusement.
"It's called Summer Rain," Ianto replied, straightening his tie.
"Appropriate for today," Jack teased. It had been bright and sunny all day, and Gwen had dragged both men out for lunch 'to make sure they remember what the sky looks like!'
"We're due for a spot of bad weather tomorrow, I believe."
Jack gave him a grin, sitting back in his chair and taking an experimental sip of his drink. His eyes flicked up to Ianto and his smile broadened. "Sometimes I think you missed your calling, Ianto."
"Not at all, sir," Ianto deadpanned. "Someone has to bring some culture down here to you."
Jack grinned and set his glass aside, standing. They both knew what Ianto's sirs did to the Captain. "Oh? So I'm uncultured now?"
"Very, sir."
"You haven't complain about it before."
"It's only inappropriate in public, sir."
Jack grinned, grabbing at his tie. "Then I guess it's a good thing we're in private."
"Very good thing," Ianto said, his mouth quirking up into a grin as Jack's mouth brushed his.
horizonssing Challenge: Day TenDate Written: 7/14/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 448
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Owen and Tosh (mentioned)
Spoilers: Up through Season 02.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I promised
teachwriteslash some happy after my angst-fest last post. As always, all previous horizonssing challenges can be found here at my LJ.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.
In one of Ianto's past lives he'd been a bartender. Cocktails, martinis, mixed drinks, he could pull them off without a hitch.
When they've all had a hard day, he'll make their favorites before sending them on their way; a dry martini (three olives) for Jack, a Cosmopolitan for Gwen.
Toshiko had liked sake, hot to the point of boiling so she could inhale the fumes before gulping the cups down in shots. Owen had been fond of a particular brand of whiskey that was extremely hard to come by. Ianto had bought it in bulk before he died the first time, and he normally had a glass of the liquor neat while Gwen and Jack fought over his olives.
Gwen can't hold her liquor to save her life, so when it's a very bad mission and she keeps asking for drink after drink, Ianto ends up calling Rhys to come take her home. She always greets him with sloppy drunk kisses and hugs -- she's a happy drunk -- and comes in the next day with circles under her eyes but no complaints about the hangover.
Ianto usually brings Jack a drink before he goes home, sometimes to drive the Captain a little around the bend. There were some great, salacious drink names out there and the way Jack would react to the names coming out of his mouth was priceless (he actually snorted his drink up his nose when Ianto served him a Screaming Orgasm).
Today he sets a highball glass on Jack's desk, a purple-red liquid swirling about the ice. "And what's this one today?" Jack asked, voice full of amusement.
"It's called Summer Rain," Ianto replied, straightening his tie.
"Appropriate for today," Jack teased. It had been bright and sunny all day, and Gwen had dragged both men out for lunch 'to make sure they remember what the sky looks like!'
"We're due for a spot of bad weather tomorrow, I believe."
Jack gave him a grin, sitting back in his chair and taking an experimental sip of his drink. His eyes flicked up to Ianto and his smile broadened. "Sometimes I think you missed your calling, Ianto."
"Not at all, sir," Ianto deadpanned. "Someone has to bring some culture down here to you."
Jack grinned and set his glass aside, standing. They both knew what Ianto's sirs did to the Captain. "Oh? So I'm uncultured now?"
"Very, sir."
"You haven't complain about it before."
"It's only inappropriate in public, sir."
Jack grinned, grabbing at his tie. "Then I guess it's a good thing we're in private."
"Very good thing," Ianto said, his mouth quirking up into a grin as Jack's mouth brushed his.
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All waff and fluff! *purrs as she cuddles into her fuzzy blankie*
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I'm going to have to try that drink sometime. Not a big fan of apple juice, but I love cranberry!
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Tell me how you like it. I'm not a fan of apple juice either, but I think it might be pretty good.
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