Just Imagine...

Drunk (in Love)

Sam had recognized that it had been a hard day for Owen. Not only had there been an immense amount of work but it was also the anniversary of when he'd proposed to Katie. And so Sam had invited him to The Mermaid's Song, a bar not too far away from the hub, for a few drinks.
"Are you sure about that?" Ianto had asked when Sam had brought it up to him, "remember that mission he and I went on? In the Brecon Beacons? He got really drunk one night and needless to say that didn't exactly go too well."
"Oh yeah?" Sam said, raising an eyebrow and smirking, "did you get drunk too?"
"Absolutely not."
"Yeah you did. Owen already told me about it. And besides, I'll look after him. Plus it'll be hilarious if he gets totally shitfaced."
"It's that kind of attitude that makes me worry."
A couple hours later, Sam stepped out of the bar with Owen in her arms. He didn't seem to mind that he was being carried, but then again he hardly seemed cognizant, with a huge grin plastered on his face and his eyes a little glazed over.
"You don't 'ave to carry me, y'know," he slurred, "I can carry meself."
"Oh, you're still awake, are you?" Sam laughed, "and I'm sure you could carry yourself home."
"You're really strong though..." Owen mumbled.
"Umm... thank you?" Sam said.
Owen slowly rolled his head back and his eyes lit up when he saw the stars above.
"LOOK AT THE STARS!" He shouted, "I like stars!" Sam twitched as she felt his hand in her hair. "I also like your hair," he murmured, "s'soft."
"Man, Ianto was right," Sam chuckled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief, "this boy really cannot handle his alcohol."
"I 'AVE A BEST FRIEND WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU!" Owen suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Sam's face.
"You don't say?" Sam said, trying to suppress her laughter (and how touched she was that Owen had called her his best friend).
"Don't tell 'er I said that, though," Owen added with as much sternness as he could muster in his drunken stupor, "y'promise?"
"I... I promise, pal." Sam said, thinking about how much she loved this idiot.
"I also 'ave a girlfriend named Tosh." Owen muttered, barely coherent.
"Oh, she's your girlfriend now, is she?" Sam teased.
"Well... I 'aven't asked 'er out yet. But I wanna."
"That's sweet. She sounds like a very lucky girl."
"Can you help me find 'er?"
The question was followed by a sniff and Sam saw tears in Owen's eyes.
"I MISSER!" He wailed, throwing his arms around her neck and descending into drunken sobs.
"Okay, okay, we'll find her!" Sam exclaimed, laughing.
Of course, Sam was intending to take Owen back to his place and put him in bed, maybe leave him some painkillers and a glass of water for the morning when he woke up with a hangover. But now she almost wanted to stop by Tosh's place. Just to see what would happen.
Ianto was right; Sam's kind of attitude was something to worry about.