A/N: Little bit experimental today- there are three people in the mix. Hopefully it still makes sense. If anybody with a copy of 'The Torchwood Archives' has any ideas for quotes for 'Random Shoes' or 'Out of Time' feel free to let me know, I'm struggling to find anything inspiring! Thanks for the reviews.

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'Considering organising some sort of regular social outing for everyone… Will have to tread carefully, these things can end in karaoke.'- Captain Jack Harkness, The Torchwood Archives.

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'Owen, Gwen, what do you think about having a team outing? At a pub or club or something. I think we could all do with the morale boost, especially Tosh and Ianto.'

'Yeah, that sounds good, Jack.'

'Do we have to?'

'Well those were two completely different responses. Do ya always have to be so negative, Owen?'

'Yes.'

'There's the answer then.'

'Don't you remember what happened the last time you called one of these Torchwood pub nights, Jack? Cos I do.'

'Aw come on, it wasn't that bad.'

'Yes it was.'

'Why? What happened last time- actually, do I even want to know?'

'That depends, Gwen.'

'On what, Owen?'

'It depends on your opinion of a mild form of torture most commonly known as karaoke.'

'My rendition of "I Will Survive" was in no way torture, Owen. And trust me, I know torture.'

'No, it wasn't. In fact, it was bloody good… And bloody frightening.'

'Owen, what are you on about?'

'Poor Gwen, so naïve…'

'Jack, do you know what he's whining about?'

'Not really. My Diana Ross cover was fantastic.'

'But what happened after you'd had your go, Jack?'

'Some overweight guy with surprisingly small ears butchered an Elton John classic if I remember rightly…'

'What? Oh yeah, fucking awful… No, after the rest of us had had a few. Me, Suzie and Tosh anyway. You stuck to boring water like you always do; it's like you were waiting for us to do something stupid. Ianto, lucky git, was left on Hub duty, managed to save himself…'

'If it's any consolation, I'll be making him come this time. So now nobody's safe.'

'You're going off topic, Jack. What happened Owen? Not another weevil in the bar?'

'No.'

'What then- a hoix?'

'I wish.'

'Owen.'

'If only there had been a Rift alert… I really don't want to say, Gwen.'

'Funny, because you're the one who brought it up.'

'Did I?'

'Yes. So, go on, finish the story.'

'Oh, would you look at the time! Sorry, but I have to… be over there, now.'

'Jack, can you order him to finish the story?'

'I could, but he wouldn't listen.'

'Got that right, Harkness.'

'But you know what, Gwen? It doesn't matter what Owen does or doesn't say, because I've just remembered what happened and would love nothing more than to tell you.'

'Go on then.'

'Jack…'

Lighten up, Owen.'

'Fine, if you're going to do this, I'm gonna be over there, safe from mockerys way.'

'Off you go then. You were saying, Jack?'

'Yeah, so, a little after the guy who did the terrible Elton, Owen was feeling pretty confident. Drink can do that to a guy. So, I bet him that he'd never actually go up and sing and Suzie, who was also drunk, she- it was childish, but- she dared him.'

'Oh no…'

'And you know our resident medic. Hates to back down in the face of a challenge.'

'Yeah…'

'So he gets up on stage, grabs the mic and bursts into- What's it called again, Owen?'

'…'

'Sorry, can't hear you from over there. Say it louder!'

'I said, "I Feel Like A Woman"!'

'And there you have it. An admittance at last.'