“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,” Jack, Owen, Gwen, Toshiko and Ianto all stood in front of one of the many reinforced glass fronted sell singing happily, “Happy birthday dear Janet! Happy birthday to you”
Gwen pulled the short whit string of a party popper and shot thin coloured streamers over all of the rest of the team.
“Ah I remember my eighteenth… I got so pissed I throw up on my brand new hundred and fifty pound swayed boots.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and nodded to the startled weevil who was slowly edging to the back of its sell, “Some thing tells me that not a very weevil thing to do… I think they just wander around in the swears looking for food.”
Ianto sighed, “That’s nothing Gwen, on my eighteen I go so drunk I threw up on poor Lisa.”
Owen snorted with suppressed laughter and whacked Ianto on the back, “I knew you couldn’t handle you booze!”
Ianto grinned and turned his head to look at Jack, “Sir?” He asked.
Jack also turned, he looked back at his Welsh lover with the glimmer of mystery in his eyes, “Oh, Owen you have know idea how much he can take before he sick.”
Toshiko coughed, “I think your all sick already.”
I wonder what weevils really do on their birthdays.” Gwen suddenly said in a dreamy voice staring blankly in to the sell. “I mean like do they spend it with there families or alone?”
Jack shrugged and peered at the Weevil, “Gwen I don’t think the know what a birthday is, let alone count then and throw party’s.”
Owen sniggered, “Yer I mean a few party poppers and this ones pretty much shitting itself!” They all gazed into the sell at the weevil who was now cowering in the back left corner of its prison.
“Maybe they just walk around in the sewers looking for a quick shag.”
This made everyone turn to frown at Toshiko in confused astonishment.
“TOSH!” Gwen looked wide eyed and surprised.
“Sorry, I think moving my desk nearer to you and Owen may have been a bad Idea after all.”