Stimulus: "Wash it off, pink is so not your colour."
Spoilers: None.
POV: Owen
Dedication: gernumblies – ta muchly for the beta once again and the April Fools drabble inspiration. Watch this space, folks – come summer we're having a prompt off. Vote for the winner? (Me, blatantly)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I've got some cyanide and a long rope and a very trustworthy suicide note that says I soon will, though ;) RIP, RTD…
AN: I've never had nothing to say before. Think I'll just sit back and enjoy it while it lasts…
-x-
Owen glared over the top of his magazine at Tosh's desk where, much to his discomfort, Tosh and Gwen were giggling. Far too loudly.
This scared him for two reasons; one, women giggling together is never a good sign. The last time he saw that happen, he'd ended up with his pants round his ankles and a very angry old neighbour. He'd had to move out two days later. Since that incident – which became not so affectionately known as 'Pee Day' – he'd avoided at all costs getting involved with any sort of female amusement.
Two; Jack had just joined them. It wasn't so much the fact that Jack was there than who he was dragging along beside him… a very reluctant looking Ianto with a camera in his hands.
God knew. Actually, even he/she probably didn't know what went on in Jack's head sometimes… and Owen most definitely didn't want to.
"Hey – Owen."
Slowly – oh, so slowly – he put down the magazine and glared into the annoyingly perky eyes of a smirking Jack Harkness.
Click.
Blinded by the flash on Ianto's camera, Owen blinked. "WHAT?"
More giggles.
"Wash it off. Pink is so not your colour."
The other three burst into peals of suppressed laughter and stuffed fists in their mouths to drown out the noise. Owen's eyes narrowed, and he reached for the offered hand mirror… and looked straight at his newly dyed neon pink face, complete with the word 'Barbie' tattooed across his forehead.
"SHIT - "
He didn't know exactly what Jack came out with while he was cheerfully beating him to death, but the he really hoped he was mistaken in assuming that mumble had meant 'permanent'.