Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto, Team.
Written For: Challenge 509: Sausage at tw100.
Summary: There’s nothing like a hearty meal after a Weevil hunt!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The Weevil they’d been after had got away, scuttling back into the sewers where it belonged, which was a good enough result. Juveniles were seldom as dangerous as adults, though they tended to be more curious.
“That’s one way to work up an appetite,” Jack said cheerfully. He gestured across the street, heading in that direction, the rest of the team following. “Who wants fish and chips? We can eat them down by the bay.”
There was a chorus of almost unanimous approval.
“I could go for some chips but I don’t fancy fish. I’ll ‘ave a battered sausage with mine,” Owen decided.
“Fine,” said Jack, pushing open the chip shop door and making for the counter. “Four cod and chips, one sausage and chips, please.” He dug in his pockets. “Ianto, loan me some money? I forgot to bring any.”
“Typical.” Ianto got his wallet out, paying as their food was served up.
Back out on the street, they made for the bay, happily munching chips until from the rear of the group there was a sudden mad flapping of wings and an aggrieved yell from Owen. “Oi!”
Pausing, Jack glanced back. “What’s up?”
“Bloody seagull nicked my sausage!”