Double Drabble: Celebrating
Title: Celebrating
Author:
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 481: Festive / Festivities at
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The New Year is just seconds away.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
On the streets of Cardiff, and in bars, clubs, and homes across the city, the New Year festivities were well underway. Many of the celebrators were already drunk, as if they were working on washing away the dregs of the old year with alcohol. It was safe to say that a large percentage of the city’s population would be starting off the New Year with one hell of a hangover.
Ianto had done the same himself when he was younger. A whole lot of New Year’s Eves had passed in an alcohol sodden haze, with memories of the night before being sketchy at best come morning. He’d grown up a lot since then, in attitude if not in years. These days heavy drinking didn’t hold the appeal it once had.
‘Well, to each their own,’ he thought as the countdown to midnight began. Everybody was entitled to celebrate however they wanted to, within reason. At least this way if any of the revellers happened to spot two men and a large, furry snake sitting on the roof of the Millennium Centre watching the fireworks, they’d be more likely to put it down to the booze. Nobody would believe them anyway.
The End
Author:
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 481: Festive / Festivities at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The New Year is just seconds away.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
On the streets of Cardiff, and in bars, clubs, and homes across the city, the New Year festivities were well underway. Many of the celebrators were already drunk, as if they were working on washing away the dregs of the old year with alcohol. It was safe to say that a large percentage of the city’s population would be starting off the New Year with one hell of a hangover.
Ianto had done the same himself when he was younger. A whole lot of New Year’s Eves had passed in an alcohol sodden haze, with memories of the night before being sketchy at best come morning. He’d grown up a lot since then, in attitude if not in years. These days heavy drinking didn’t hold the appeal it once had.
‘Well, to each their own,’ he thought as the countdown to midnight began. Everybody was entitled to celebrate however they wanted to, within reason. At least this way if any of the revellers happened to spot two men and a large, furry snake sitting on the roof of the Millennium Centre watching the fireworks, they’d be more likely to put it down to the booze. Nobody would believe them anyway.
The End
((You've got a little typo in the 3rd line - 'it' instead of 'if'))
(Darn, I swear those pesky typos hide until after I post! Now I have to decide whether to leave it or find the entry on all five of my accounts and fix it. Mistakes gnaw at me, I edit repeatedly and still sometimes they slip through, especially with the drabbles which get posted so quickly. I extended this one from a drabble to a double drabble just before I posted it, so that's likely why. Thanks for letting me know!)
Ianto and Jack can watch in comfort wrapped in a Fluff ;)
Thank you!
Thank you!
And assuming anyone does remember, they'll just put it down to the usual brand of wierdness Cardiff usually provides.
Thank you!