I thought this up while driving to work this morning at 6am. It evolved over the course of the day - I hope you like it! Please review!

It had been a long week at the Hub, the Torchwood team were drained and tired. Not even Ianto's coffee could perk them up. The prospect of going home, only to return again on Monday, or sooner if the rift dragged anything through, was not one they looked forward to. Feeling a distinct lack of a social life at present, Owen suggested to the team that they end the week with a drink at the pub. He was surprised the entire team agreed to go, and the mood lifted almost immediately.

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Walking toward the pub, you would think the gaggle of laughing adults where a group of friends, not colleagues. There was a closeness there, they waited for each other, they joked around and giggled and poked fun. You wouldn't for a second imagine they spent most of their time protecting innocent civilians from aliens. In fact, you'd go so far as to say none of them seemed to have a care in the world. As they neared the entrance to the pub, Tosh laughed at Ianto, who was making eyes at a woman who was standing by the door. Her face lit up as she nudged Owen, as if there wasn't any angst between them. Behind them Gwen followed, reading a message on her phone. She looked up and winked at Ianto. You wouldn't think she'd just gotten a sulky message from her husband, telling her she always put her work and her boss before him. She had sparkle in her eyes, she felt free for a change. She put her phone on silent and shoved it in her pocket without replying. Behind her, Jack followed. Usually he lead the team, but tonight he felt carefree and relaxed. And he wanted a view of Gwens bum as she walked ahead.

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They entered the pub and realised it was karaoke night. Tosh groaned, remembering one too many karaoke nights out with Jack and Owen.

"Drinks, anyone?" Ianto called out, already at the bar, the sexy little blond at his arm. Owen raised his eyebrows at Tosh before nodding at Ianto, signalling for all of them.

They settled at a table a few spaces back from the karaoke stage. Grinning, Ianto arrived with a tray of drinks and his new friend. Cheering, they raised their glasses.

"To friends!" Tosh called out, and they drank. In the background, a woman warbled out a version of Sweet Home Alabama, bopping unsteadily on the stage, the microphone in one hand and a drink in the other, sloshing on the floor.

They talked about general topics for a while, taking turns to get a fresh supply of drinks. When it was Jacks turn, he returned with a tray of tequila shots, grinning mischievously.

"Oh no," Tosh shrieked, a little too loudly. Her eyes shone, she was slightly tipsy. Gwen looked at her questioningly, "have you not had tequila, Tosh? It's really not that bad!" she said.

"Oh, I've had plenty of tequila, Gwen," she laughed, slapping the table, "I bet you though, you've never had tequila with Jack!"

Gwen looked confused, and Jack laughed wickedly. Owen leaned over the table "Gwen, when you have tequila with Jack, you lick the salt off another persons neck," he said.

"What!" she turned to Jack with a look of horror. He just smiled that smile again, a gleam in his eye.

"So who…?" Gwen turned back to the table, only to find Ianto and his lady friend already well beyond the tequila shot, the licking seemingly giving way to other things, and Owen and Tosh slamming their shot glasses down with force, giggling like school children. She felt a hand brushing her hair away from her neck, and turned her head to find Jack slightly closer to her than before

Her heart pounded, she could feel herself getting hot all over.

"Ladies first," he said, gesturing at the salt. She noticed her hands shake a little as she tapped the salt shaker just above Jacks collarbone. She could feel everyone at the table staring at her. Why was everything going in slow motion, she thought? She moved in closer to Jack, so close she could smell his scent, her heart fluttered a little, and she slowly licked the salt off his neck. She felt him shudder a little with the sensation of her wet tongue on his skin. She drew her head back and he held the lemon up to her lips. She sucked on the lemon, their eyes locking.

Interrupted by the rest of the table cheering, Gwen looked up with a start. Had they noticed, she wondered, those little moments that seemed like hours? She could taste him still, smell him. She gulped and faked a wide smile, pulling the neck of her shirt down a little, exposing the creamy skin.

"Well, go on then!" She commanded. Jack wasted no time in shaking the salt on her slender neck. He clutched her arm, under the table he grabbed her jean-clad thigh, his long fingers sliding up the inside of her leg. She gasped at the shock of it, closing her eyes as his tongue slid over her skin, his lips lingering, hot breath sending shivers down her body.

He squeezed her thigh as he shotted the clear liquid and she held the lemon up to his mouth with trembling fingers. He sucked on the lemon, and her fingers. She could feel herself blushing, aware that the team were again, staring at her.

"Well" she choked out. "That was different! Who's up for more drinks?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stumbled out of her chair and up to the bar.

There's more to come Please let me know what you think.