Oh yes, Gwen had had far too much to drink. Honestly she hadn't meant to. It wasn't like she needed to escape from it all and drown her sorrows. It had just been too fun to get pissed and not have to worry about anything for a change.
And now they were both heading back to the room, and she was trying not to giggle too much or make a pass at Jack though it was hard not to. After all he was warm, and friendly and gorgeous. Rhys wasn't here, though she was still married to him. But right then? None of that seemed to register in her brain. Or Ianto really for that matter.
Stupid alcohol.
Going first into the room, she felt her body flush a bit when he pressed up against her. It was odd, but not in a bad way to have him pressed up near her like that. Then his hands were on her and she felt warm all the way down to her toes. Carefully she took a couple of steps in, hoping not to stumble over as they closed the door behind them.
Carefully she turned around to face him, all warm and flustered. She bit down on her bottom lip. "Jack.." she muttered, and then giggled. "You're bloody awful."