Fic: "Oil/Vinegar"
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cyusTitle: Oil/Vinegar
Characters: Owen, OC
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000 words
Summary: Conversation the ten-thousandth, Owen meets her over fish and chips.
Notes: Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amand_r
Owen steps around a group of tourists that have made it into chippy lane and photograph the grimy windows for their albums. Sad life if you're choosing Cardiff for your holiday. He misses London whenever he gets the shit curry from around his flat here. Bloody Cardiff. Owen ducks into one of the chip shops, red lettering with spelling mistakes on the front window. The door has a little motion detection bell and dings as he steps in.
"Mate!" Davvie is giving one of his pansy waves with a bit of fish caught between tongs from behind the counter. Davvie is always smiling at everyone. Had a bit of trouble a few years back with a gang of children and he keeps his knife on the counter just for that, but you wouldn't know when looking at his bright, sweaty smile.
"You're late," Danielle says from one of the plastic chairs in front of one of the plastic tables.
Owen gives Davvie a nod and gestures two with his fingers, then pulls out the chair next to Danielle's and drops into it. The plastic scrapes over the tiles and earns him a glare over the lip gloss stick.
"Where's Bennie?" Owen asks, drumming his fingers on the table.
"My mother." Mirror to touch up on make-up around the eyes. Lovely.
"Any reason why or are you just feeling like--"
"Like you give a care." Danielle smiles at him and shuts the mirror with a snap.
Davvie comes round and slides chips and fish on paper plates on the table in front of them, gives them small plastic forks. Owen leans back across to the neighboring table and grabs the vinegar, douses his chips in them.
"I happen to give a care," Owen says as he hands in the vinegar over. He stuffs chips in his mouth. Davvie disappears into the back of the shop after gesturing a fag break to Owen. "You don't want the money."
"Tosser." Danielle picks chips from her plate with her fingers and eats them one by one while Owen shoves them in by twos and threes. "I've been trying to reach you."
"Look, I'm busy, sweetheart, some of us have lives, yeah?" Chip bits spray from Owen's mouth and he scrapes them off the table.
A group of girls comes into the shop and drop their bags in chairs and Davvie comes back from the back of the shop. They talk about boys from school and maths homework and that they'll get a bit of pot later. Owen glances over as he bites off half of a fish bit, then pushes the other half in after.
"I'm seeing someone," Danielle says.
"Good for you." Owen smiles around the fish in his mouth. She is still sexy enough for a quick shag, if Davvie wasn't waving his Health and Safety around he wouldn't mind hitting the backroom with her.
"Loves Bennie," Danielle adds.
Owen shrugs. "I love that we're having this heart to heart. I'm not seeing anyone, if you care to know, but shagging my way through Cardiff, yeah?" Owen lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. "Only because you might want to know that this dick is still seeing some action even after you gnawed on it."
"You don't impress me anymore, Owen." Danielle shoves the fish into her mouth. "I hope your dick falls off from all the action it's seeing." She smiles. Red, red lips. She's his type. The red lips, the dark hair, the cunty self underneath. "Always love going out with you. So classy." She pushes at the paper plate.
Owen leans close. "Oh you know you miss me when you rub off on your sheets--"
"You won't see him again." Danielle grabs for her little mirror and shoves it into her purse with oily fingers. "He doesn't want to see you anymore either."
Owen laughs. "He's three years old. He doesn't know--"
"No." Danielle pauses in her movement and slides the lip gloss and the eye shadow inside and then licks her fingers from the oil and rubs them on her jeans. "You're right, he doesn't know you anymore."
Conversation the ten-thousandth. Owen leans back in the creaking plastic chair as the teenage girls pass behind him to walk out the shop door. He closes his eyes. "He's three years old," Owen repeats and squints at Danielle.
Davvie is standing behind the counter making shagging motions with the prongs and the fish. Owen snorts.
Danielle pushes her chair back and stands. "I showed him your picture. He doesn't even know who you are. Like you were never there."
Owen purses his lips and crosses his hands behind his head. "You never let me see him." Owen reaches for the salt crusting a line along the side of Danielle's jeans.
She steps out of reach and shakes her head. "No, after the last weekend at yours, I showed him your picture, you and me at the Costa Brava, and you know what, he didn't even realize who you were. That's how much he loves you. That's how much anyone loves you." Danielle storms out, leaving behind the little motion detector bell ring and a half-eaten plate of fish and chips.
"She doesn't like you," Davvie says from behind the counter and wriggles the fish bits in the deep fry.
Owen sighs and eat the chips from her plate. "We shagged last week at her place."
"Ah."
Owen smiles around the chips and watches the tourists outside. He waves for them. They wave back like shop window dummies. Bennie had liked the soda that weekend, only way he'd calmed down after a bit of Torchwood heroics. Kids were resilient, he'd get over it.
Owen's mobile vibrates. Danielle. Sorry Three minutes later. Can you take him in two weeks? Owen eats up the rest of her chips and leaves the shop with a wave to Davvie. He'd best get back to the Hub and catch up on the autopsies or Jack would have another strop.
Characters: Owen, OC
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000 words
Summary: Conversation the ten-thousandth, Owen meets her over fish and chips.
Notes: Beta'd by
amand_rOwen steps around a group of tourists that have made it into chippy lane and photograph the grimy windows for their albums. Sad life if you're choosing Cardiff for your holiday. He misses London whenever he gets the shit curry from around his flat here. Bloody Cardiff. Owen ducks into one of the chip shops, red lettering with spelling mistakes on the front window. The door has a little motion detection bell and dings as he steps in.
"Mate!" Davvie is giving one of his pansy waves with a bit of fish caught between tongs from behind the counter. Davvie is always smiling at everyone. Had a bit of trouble a few years back with a gang of children and he keeps his knife on the counter just for that, but you wouldn't know when looking at his bright, sweaty smile.
"You're late," Danielle says from one of the plastic chairs in front of one of the plastic tables.
Owen gives Davvie a nod and gestures two with his fingers, then pulls out the chair next to Danielle's and drops into it. The plastic scrapes over the tiles and earns him a glare over the lip gloss stick.
"Where's Bennie?" Owen asks, drumming his fingers on the table.
"My mother." Mirror to touch up on make-up around the eyes. Lovely.
"Any reason why or are you just feeling like--"
"Like you give a care." Danielle smiles at him and shuts the mirror with a snap.
Davvie comes round and slides chips and fish on paper plates on the table in front of them, gives them small plastic forks. Owen leans back across to the neighboring table and grabs the vinegar, douses his chips in them.
"I happen to give a care," Owen says as he hands in the vinegar over. He stuffs chips in his mouth. Davvie disappears into the back of the shop after gesturing a fag break to Owen. "You don't want the money."
"Tosser." Danielle picks chips from her plate with her fingers and eats them one by one while Owen shoves them in by twos and threes. "I've been trying to reach you."
"Look, I'm busy, sweetheart, some of us have lives, yeah?" Chip bits spray from Owen's mouth and he scrapes them off the table.
A group of girls comes into the shop and drop their bags in chairs and Davvie comes back from the back of the shop. They talk about boys from school and maths homework and that they'll get a bit of pot later. Owen glances over as he bites off half of a fish bit, then pushes the other half in after.
"I'm seeing someone," Danielle says.
"Good for you." Owen smiles around the fish in his mouth. She is still sexy enough for a quick shag, if Davvie wasn't waving his Health and Safety around he wouldn't mind hitting the backroom with her.
"Loves Bennie," Danielle adds.
Owen shrugs. "I love that we're having this heart to heart. I'm not seeing anyone, if you care to know, but shagging my way through Cardiff, yeah?" Owen lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. "Only because you might want to know that this dick is still seeing some action even after you gnawed on it."
"You don't impress me anymore, Owen." Danielle shoves the fish into her mouth. "I hope your dick falls off from all the action it's seeing." She smiles. Red, red lips. She's his type. The red lips, the dark hair, the cunty self underneath. "Always love going out with you. So classy." She pushes at the paper plate.
Owen leans close. "Oh you know you miss me when you rub off on your sheets--"
"You won't see him again." Danielle grabs for her little mirror and shoves it into her purse with oily fingers. "He doesn't want to see you anymore either."
Owen laughs. "He's three years old. He doesn't know--"
"No." Danielle pauses in her movement and slides the lip gloss and the eye shadow inside and then licks her fingers from the oil and rubs them on her jeans. "You're right, he doesn't know you anymore."
Conversation the ten-thousandth. Owen leans back in the creaking plastic chair as the teenage girls pass behind him to walk out the shop door. He closes his eyes. "He's three years old," Owen repeats and squints at Danielle.
Davvie is standing behind the counter making shagging motions with the prongs and the fish. Owen snorts.
Danielle pushes her chair back and stands. "I showed him your picture. He doesn't even know who you are. Like you were never there."
Owen purses his lips and crosses his hands behind his head. "You never let me see him." Owen reaches for the salt crusting a line along the side of Danielle's jeans.
She steps out of reach and shakes her head. "No, after the last weekend at yours, I showed him your picture, you and me at the Costa Brava, and you know what, he didn't even realize who you were. That's how much he loves you. That's how much anyone loves you." Danielle storms out, leaving behind the little motion detector bell ring and a half-eaten plate of fish and chips.
"She doesn't like you," Davvie says from behind the counter and wriggles the fish bits in the deep fry.
Owen sighs and eat the chips from her plate. "We shagged last week at her place."
"Ah."
Owen smiles around the chips and watches the tourists outside. He waves for them. They wave back like shop window dummies. Bennie had liked the soda that weekend, only way he'd calmed down after a bit of Torchwood heroics. Kids were resilient, he'd get over it.
Owen's mobile vibrates. Danielle. Sorry Three minutes later. Can you take him in two weeks? Owen eats up the rest of her chips and leaves the shop with a wave to Davvie. He'd best get back to the Hub and catch up on the autopsies or Jack would have another strop.
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Date: 2010-05-15 07:20 pm (UTC)Plus, the chips were pretty great in this, too, sort of a character themselves, because of Owen's messy mouth. So, yeah. Good stuff.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-15 08:55 pm (UTC)It's totally my head canon that Owen has a child somewhere, so yeah.
Great OCs, too.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-15 11:11 pm (UTC)Surprise Owen!fic is surprising (and good :D)!
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-16 02:48 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-16 02:55 am (UTC)You know, I think only the books have covered child-support!Owen, and that's hazy. I recall it actually be in there somewhere, and that's why I was thinking about it. But really, you know our filthy irresponsible Owen likes the skinless sex.
I love the brevity of it. I like Owen's cuntiness. I want to see him and Danielle on a date, one that actually goes well for them, by their standards, actually.
Also, I stand by my theory that you have a consumptive preoccupation.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:56 pm (UTC)I totally agree about the consumptive preoccupation. Next story I don't get to use any of these things, let's see what that turns into. Hopefully not me giving the characters motion ticks like the little pony kicks here:
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:57 pm (UTC)omg they are so fucking cute. it burns us, my precious, it burns.
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Date: 2010-05-16 04:24 am (UTC)That's kinda awesome, dude. Owen is a character I don't usually care about, for some reason, but one that, all in all, is my general type. This made me want to look deeper into the situation. I liked it, I really did.
Loved the dialogue.
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Date: 2010-05-17 07:58 pm (UTC)See, Owen is someone I haven't written ever really as a main character in a fic and it's funny because I find him interesting in theory, but I suppose I was too preoccupied with Ianto all these months.
Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-16 03:25 pm (UTC)Oh, you!
I love the attention to detail in this, how the chip shop comes to life, how we can see Davvie, how we can hear Danielle's voice, how we can taste Owen's food. True to life and true to character.
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:02 pm (UTC)I'm happy the details work together because they somewhat have to carry this, it's really going for the atmosphere, I suppose, to make it work. So yeah, glad it holds together!
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Date: 2010-05-17 03:01 pm (UTC)(also, LOVE the little hints there without just spelling it right out, perfect)
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