Owen had tested the alien alcohol, pronouncing it safe for human consumption, so he and Ianto had tried some. Then a bit more, and another glass… It really was very good. Maybe a bit too good.
Giggling and clinging to each other, they staggered through the Hub, searching for something.
Jack watched them, baffled.
“What’re you looking for?”
“Pots of gold,” Ianto grinned dopily.
“S’right!” Owen said solemnly. “Can’t be Leprechauns without pots o’ gold.”
Ianto nodded so hard he fell over.
“Gotta be Leprechauns on Paddy’s Day! It’s patriotic!”
“Welsh Leprechaun!” Ianto agreed.
Jack gave up.