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A date with Owen. Tosh couldn't quite believe that it was actually happening, but it was. He'd agreed and left it up to her to organise. She had one date to show him, to prove to him, that this was something he wanted to pursue.

Tosh had thought about what she wanted. Dinner wasn't enough and a bar wasn't either. There had been posters up about a show, dinner and a performance and she'd purchased two tickets, messaging Owen with the details.

Her dress was simple and the flats she wore were black and plain. Tosh did her best to not look nervous or eager as she waited. He would come, it would be okay.

Date: 2012-07-08 02:39 am (UTC)
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He'd actually agreed to a date with Tosh.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he'd be heading out to go on a date with Tosh, he would've told them that they'd lost it. Gwen, yes-- if she'd ever finished with Rhys, he likely would've given her another go-- but Tosh is Tosh. This is different. And a bit weird, if he's honest about it.

Maybe it's because it hadn't really had time to set in before; no sooner had he agreed to it in the Hub back home than Martha had gotten into trouble, they'd gone after her and he he'd been shot. There's not much time to be spent worrying about getting drinks with a coworker when you can't even drink at all.

He isn't exactly sure what kind of performance Tosh has bought tickets to-- and he'd threatened to call the whole thing off if it was some ridiculous magic show-- but he does manage to turn up just five minutes late. Not quite sure just what he's gotten himself into, Owen has managed to dress a little nicer than usual, trading in jeans for proper trousers and a tee shirt and leather jacket for a crimson button-up and black dress coat.

Maybe it's been a while since he's done something like this, but it doesn't mean he's forgotten how.

"If this is a magic show, Tosh, I'm going right home again," he says, tone edging on annoyed as he approaches. But still, he can't help the way his eyebrows raise a bit in approval when he sees her in that green dress.

Who knew Tosh had good legs?
Edited Date: 2012-07-08 02:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-07-09 12:47 pm (UTC)
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"You say that like it's better," Owen replies with a roll of his eyes, though he's headed towards the door anyway. He said he'd come, and he's here, and he's not going to come this far without at least getting dinner out of it.

"You look nice, by the way," he adds, almost as an afterthought, and he holds the door open for her.

Date: 2012-07-11 03:38 pm (UTC)
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"Dinner theatre?" Owen says, looking over at Tosh, an amused look on his face once he's taken in their surroundings Somehow, he doesn't think this is exactly what she'd been expecting. Either that or, he really doesn't know her as well as he thinks he does.

"You do actually know what dinner theatre is, right?" he asks her, though he's mostly just taking the piss. He's sure he'll probably appreciate this show a lot more than what Tosh probably had in mind, but either way, Owen is certain that this was probably a mistake on Tosh's part.

A hilarious mistake, but a mistake, nonetheless.

Date: 2012-07-13 06:52 am (UTC)
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Thank God for small favors. Though, he's honestly surprised that she doesn't decide to call the whole thing off straight away. As far as he knows, this is about as far as you can possibly get from being Tosh's scene.

"I take it this wasn't what you had in mind?" Owen asks, though he already knows the answer to that question. It's obvious there's been some kind of mix-up.

He hesitates for a moment, but moves to pull Tosh's chair out anyway. It's a weird moment on too many levels for him to really keep straight, in part because the moment reminds him a bit of Diane.

Date: 2012-07-14 04:50 am (UTC)
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"Oh, come off it," Owen replies, taking his own seat on the other side of the table, "Jack never took us anywhere there wasn't something worth investigating."

She's right though, if Jack was going to take them anywhere, he figures it might be somewhere like this. Or actually, this is probably a relatively tame version of someplace he might take them.

God knows Owen doesn't want to know about what all turns Jack Harkness on. Especially because Ianto's somehow included in that list.

Date: 2012-07-14 12:53 pm (UTC)
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"That sounds like the worst evening imaginable," Owen says, then catches Tosh's glance at the drink menu.

Right. Drinks.

Shit. Is he supposed to order for her? He doesn't think he even remembers what she drinks. This whole thing is still weird.

"I never got that," he continues, picking up the drinks menu to glance at it, "the whole sex and food thing. I don't know about you, but scantily clad people don't make me particularly hungry."

Date: 2012-07-20 08:03 pm (UTC)
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He hears Tosh's quiet joke, but doesn't comment on it, a quiet huff of amusement escaping from him as his eyes look over the menu. At least it's not too expensive. It's not like it was in Cardiff, here, having a decent amount of money from Torchwood and no time to really spend it. Whenever Owen had wanted to take a night on the town, price hadn't been much of an issue. These days he's actually got to worry about the sodding rent.

"No, we're here now, we might as well stay," Owen says, "besides, I don't know anywhere else, and I'm starving."

No sooner has he finished his sentence than a waitress finally makes her way to their table, and Owen's eyes linger for a moment on her skimpy outfit before ordering. "Vodka tonic, and… a cider, right?" he asks, looking to Tosh.

Date: 2012-08-16 08:29 pm (UTC)
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"Right then," Owen replies, closing the drinks menu and placing it back in its spot on the table, "Pinot for the lady."

By all accounts, he probably should know what she drinks, but honestly, he hadn't really been paying much attention until recently. Though, he hadn't seen much reason to until after he'd already been shot, and by then, food and drink had dropped down pretty low on Owen's list of priorities.

"So... this is you on a date."

Date: 2012-08-18 02:43 am (UTC)
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He starts to protest, because there was a time when it nearly happened back in Cardiff, before the world fell apart and he was nearly dragged into darkness kicking and screaming. But Tosh starts up again, and he can't let the conversation carry on in that vein or he might have to shoot himself all over again.

"Oh god. No, we're not doing that," Owen says, because he sees where this is going, toward inane smalltalk that no one should ever be subjected to. It's not as if they don't know each other, that he and Tosh haven't worked together for years before this.

"Besides, I've been here longer than you have."

Date: 2012-08-21 12:05 am (UTC)
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He used to be good at this. Really. Years ago, before Torchwood— and even after, come to think of it— he was amazing at it. So why is this so bloody difficult?

They can't talk about home, he can't talk about the island, and most everything else feels like talking about work. He knew this was going to be weird from the start, and it's certainly delivered on that front.

"Not general settling in bollocks, that's for sure," Owen replies, and he glances over his shoulder for a moment, already looking for the waitress. Shouldn't she be back with their drinks by now?

"Where— where've you been keeping yourself when you're not at the shop?" he decides, because he'd like to think that even Tosh couldn't spend all of her days in that basement. Sure, there are about a million things worth studying in Darrow, but it's not as if they're living near an actual rift.

Date: 2012-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)
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He very nearly utters thank god as the waitress hands them their drinks, instead thanking her with a 'cheers' and taking a drink straight away. Which he nearly spits right out again when Tosh answers him.

"An amusement park." he says, incredulous, but amused, "How on earth do you expect to do that?"

He ignores that second bit, because the last thing he wants to do is talk about work. There's plenty of that just about about every day: trying to work out how to take proper readings of the train station, him discretely gathering blood samples from residents (which have turned up nothing unusual, by the way).

Date: 2012-09-01 03:02 am (UTC)
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"Right. So people are just going to sign on to help build an amusement park with no hope of getting paid, just for fun? That's likely," Owen replies, skeptical about the entire idea.

He'll admit, it's good she's doing something that's not just work, but it's about the most mental thing he's heard in quite some time.

Date: 2012-09-01 09:36 pm (UTC)
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"Hospital, mostly," Owen replies, then takes a drink from his glass. "It's weirder than I thought it'd be, having patients again."

And to be honest, he's not sure he likes it all that much. Mostly, Owen reckons the two of them are just trying to fill the void left by Torchwood. Somehow being in a place like this makes it worse, he thinks.

Date: 2012-09-03 10:56 pm (UTC)
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"That was always the part I hated," Owen replies, "all the talking with people, answering stupid questions... sometimes I feel like I was better off with the dead ones."

Maybe it sounds a bit morbid, but it's the truth. And maybe there was no recognition for it at Torchwood, but he always felt like his work mattered more as well.

Date: 2012-09-05 06:07 am (UTC)
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"Don't really think it's the same thing," he says, though he frowns, not entirely sure he believes the words that have come out of his own mouth. But his reasons for becoming a doctor were different.

He hadn't been running from anything, for one, if that's what Tosh means.

Date: 2012-09-09 03:55 am (UTC)
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"I get out plenty," Owen protests, though truthfully, a good deal of the time he's not at the hospital or at the shop is spent in. Granted, he's not always alone, but he's in.

"Have you been by the museum yet?"

He hasn't been all the way through it yet, but he reckons it might interest Tosh.

Date: 2012-09-10 11:10 pm (UTC)
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He's not surprised at Tosh easily finding the library. Seems like the sort of thing she probably did her second day there.

"Doing some research on the locals or just bored?" he asks, then takes another sip of his drink.
Edited Date: 2012-09-11 04:38 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-09-11 01:52 pm (UTC)
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"Museum's a bit dull anyway," Owen replies, finishing off his drink and then looking round to see if he can catch the eye of their waitress. He's really not one to put food and sex together so directly, so hopefully they can actually manage a meal before the women really get started with the performance.

"Bunch of stuff that supposedly happened to people none of us have ever heard of. Makes you wonder if any of it ever actually happened."

Date: 2012-09-14 05:49 am (UTC)
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"Didn't really think to look," Owen says, though it's a brilliant idea and something worth looking into, whether or not the artifacts there are actually as old as they claim to be. There's no telling how long before they all arrived the city even existed in the first place.

He's about to tell her as much when the waitress turns up again, and he reckons it's probably not the best idea, talking about their skepticism of the city with one of them around.

"She'll have the fish, I'll have the steak— medium— and we could both do with drink refills, thanks," he says quickly, hoping she'll be off straightaway.

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