Characters: Tosh, Owen, Nosy, Team.
Written For: Challenge 546: Dance at tw100.
Summary: Tosh and Owen’s engagement party is in full swing.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Having been interrupted several times already, thanks to the Rift, Tosh and Owen’s engagement party is finally in full swing. No alcohol of course, just in case they get called out again, but there are plenty of non-alcoholic beverages, and lots of food.
There’s music too; Owen’s iPod has been plugged into the speakers to give everyone something to dance to.
Unsurprisingly, Owen is dancing with Tosh, until someone nudges him, wanting to cut in.
“Fine, one dance, okay?”
“I need a break anyway.” Owen saunters over to the buffet table to refuel; he’s got a fast metabolism and dancing takes a lot of energy.
Nosy takes Owen’s place, most of its long body coiled neatly so as not to get stepped on or tripped over, and the front metre or so raised off the floor, bobbing and swaying to the music. Tosh secretly thinks the Fluff has a better sense of rhythm than her fiancé does, although she’d never tell Owen that; it would bruise his ego. Men can be so fragile and Tosh doesn’t want anything spoiling this day.
What better way to celebrate her happiness than with the people and aliens who make up her family?