For the rest of the day Owen sat at his desk mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He and Ianto had exited the archives and made sure that they left a considerable amount of space between them coming back in to the main hub as not to arouse suspicion.
After that conversation Owen had lost all hope of moving on and it hurt...hurt like hell.
Why the fuck? This wasn't him; Owen Harper was not the type to have the touch of a one night standee on his mind, the feel of his hot breath in his ear...
Owen shivered
"Alright Owen, you seem a bit distant,"
Gwen.
Owen turned and assessed the state she was in. False happiness, Oh Gwen we know you too well.
"What?" Owen asked he had heard her but he really just couldn't be bothered with her
"Are you okay?" She said slowly, almost mockingly
If she was going to pretend, then Owen felt obliged to do the same
"Yes fine Gwen,"
After a moment, Gwen sat down in Toshiko's empty chair and rattled on "I'm fine also, actually great, me and Rhys went out last night and-,"
Owen really couldn't put up with this
"I'm sorry Gwen," Owen interjected standing up "But I really do not have the energy to sit here and listen to your sad imaginary happy life and bad grammar,"
Owen left the Hub well before his shift should have ended, leaving a confused Gwen, trying to decipher if she should be offended or not.
It was already dark by the time Owen spilled out on to the docks, walking as quickly as he could, he wanted to get home...No he wanted to get drunk, forget.
Owen let out a shout of frustration; Fuck them all especially John fucking Hart he can go straight to hell.
In no time Owen set about getting himself considerably drunk. Owen didn't know how long he sat there in the dark, smoky bar but he was sure the room was not supposed to be spinning. He found it funny how this was his normal post work routine but some how it felt different tonight, like it was same old same old and just felt like his life had just become an endless cycles of work, drink and sex.
"Hey mate, I think you've had enough," A bartender was now saying to him
"Hey I decide when I've had enough, not you! Now get me another…Mate!" Owen slurred
"No I do, I'm cutting you off, I am not going through another law suit, too many of them this month," The barman replied walking off
"Fine…Fine! I'll leave, but don't expect to be getting my business around here again, shitty place anyway!" Owen shouted throwing some money down on the bar and stalking off, kicking a stool on his way. He didn't mean that obviously, this was his favourite bar and he attracted a lot of stunning birds, not tonight though, typical.
Owen vaguely recalled telling himself not to get in to a destructive rampage earlier so tried to calm his anger once out in the cool night. His choices now were now limited; he could either go home and wallow in self pity or walk the streets with no where really to go, he chose the latter.
He felt his phone buzz and pulled it out. He scrolled through a small amount of messages, most from network providers.
There was one predictable text message, Jack "Where the fuck are you?" and the equally as predictable Ianto "Where are you? Snap out of this Owen, you're making something out of nothing," What the hell does he know But then he supposed Ianto knew something about it, maybe he was making something out of nothing. This was driving him crazy and it was all that fucking Captain's fault. Owen walked for what felt like hours but could have been minutes he was so lost in thought, thoughts about the asshole that went and left after a night that left Owen reeling; He felt like kicking himself for overacting like this, he was not like this, he was not one to show feelings, that was what a girl did and what was that saying about him now?
Owen was the sarky sex obsessed doctor who loved to hook up with a different girl every night and leave ready for the next days hook up. But maybe that's it, he didn't like being the one who was left, He couldn't stand the thought that he had been so in to the night that he totally forgot that it was anything resembling a one night stand that he didn't get out quick enough. But then again it was his house so he couldn't really go anywhere. He didn't want last night to happen anyway, he remembered him vividly rejecting Hart's advances…for awhile anyway.
All at once he felt hands on him pulling him in to a side alley he was just passing. He was so lost in thought that he couldn't react quick enough, that and he was far too drunk to do many things let alone defend himself against an assailant, of any description, human or otherwise. He hoped it wasn't otherwise; he really couldn't deal with that agro right now.
Owen was pushed against a wall and kissed hard and fast. Even in his drunken state he managed to recognise the kiss and smiled in to the kiss, so maybe this wasn't a great idea for John to come back but Owen was very glad he did.
