Just Imagine...

The Perfect Joyfriend

The hub was in lockdown.
Again.
Toshiko was still working on the security system of the new underwater base, and all the bugs hadn't quite been fixed yet, so this was becoming a common occurrence - either getting locked inside the hub or getting locked out of it.
No matter. Despite the inconvenience, the six of them were still having fun. Or more precisely, Sam and Owen were having fun after getting ridiculously drunk on the stash of piton beer Sam kept in the minifridge under her desk.
The pair of them had cleared a space and started dancing together - probably thinking they looked elegant and graceful when in fact it was a miracle they were still standing.
"Y'know," Gwen murmured out of the blue, watching Sam and Owen with her chin resting on her wrist, "Sam really is the perfect... umm... what's the nonbinary word for boyfriend or girlfriend?"
"I believe she prefers the term 'joyfriend'." Ianto answered matter-of-factly, taking a sip from the single beer bottle he'd managed to swipe from Sam. Gwen was nodding.
"Yeah," she said, "the perfect joyfriend. That's Sam."
They watched as Sam leaned Owen back in a dip. Owen laughed louder than he would have if he was sober, lifting his feet off the ground.
"Absolutely," Ianto agreed, "she can sing, she can dance, she's funny-"
"I bet she knows all kinds of fun things to do in the bedroom." Gwen interrupted, giggling.
"That too." Ianto laughed.
"Okay," Jack cut in, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Ianto's waist, "we ARE talking about my renther here."
"You're just jealous because I also described you," Ianto murmured, tapping him on the nose, "you're the perfect boyfriend too, Jack."
Jack smiled at this, seemingly satisfied, and nuzzled the back of Ianto's neck with a contented sigh. Ianto rolled his eyes at Gwen and mouthed 'such a child'. Gwen bit her lip against a snicker.
"You're awfully quiet, Tosh," she said, changing the subject, "what's the matter?"
"Why couldn't that be me?" Tosh grumbled, glaring at Sam and Owen, who were completely oblivious and still swaying dangerously around the room.
"Tosh, I'm sure if you asked, Owen would love to dance with you," Gwen murmured, "especially when he's in this state."
Tosh closed her eyes, mortified, and covered her face with one hand.
"No, that's not what meant," she said, blushing, "I wanted to dance with Sam."