Ianto's phone vibrated in his pocket as he was shushing his keys which were doing too much noise – he was drunk, yes, not enough to pass out and have a painful hangover the day after, but enough to talk to inanimate objects, not that he needed to be drunk to do this. He laughed for no particular reason and entered the flat, taking his phone out at the same time. He opened the door again when he realized the keys were still on the door, and walked directly to the bedroom.

"Happy birthday!" had been sent by Gwen, and he smiled because it was only midnight and he wouldn't have thought she'd be the kind to send birthday wishes right at midnight. He thanked her then get rid of his clothes, leaving them on the floor. He fell on the bed, trying not to wake up or crush Jack who seemed to be sleeping, which was unusual this early. But again, Ianto wasn't usually drunk. His phone vibrated again and he grunted, too lazy to stand up. Instead he snuggled close to Jack and breathed in, sighing at the overwhelming smell.


Hi! Okay, so, ugh. Bad news. Open Office decided that I didn't deserve dictionaries any more sooo... I don't have one. Not in French, not in English (UK), not in English (US)... So there might be a lot more mistakes from now on. Sorry for this!

I think I'm done with this, I've managed to write the last chapter and oops that's angsty.

Anyway! Reviews are still higly appreciated,believe me, it makes a writer's day. Also, I'm sorry that it's so short, but I really had no other ideas for Gwen... I hope it's still okay though.