Owen looked up from the auto magazine he'd been flipping through. Tossing it on the coffee table, he rose to his feet and wandered over to Ianto, patting him on the back. "Oi, that's ok. She's a nice girl. And I'm telling ya, great legs."
Owen leaned against the sofa, raising an eyebrow at Ianto. Beer was always good. Why was Ianto bringing it, though? "What about blondie?"