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30 July 2009 @ 01:47 pm
FIC--Savoir Faire  

Title: Savoir Faire
Rating: R (Mostly for bad swears)
Spoilers: Torchwood COE, thru Day One
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Sue/Howie (OCs)
Characters: Sue, Howie, Jack, Ianto
Summary: Sue learns some interesting gossip during her anniversary dinner at a new French restaurant in town
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Thank you for the big fat beta fu to[info]ares132006 and [info]blue_fjords—this one definitely needed some tweaking!! You ladies rock. Savoir Faire means "to respond appropriately to any situation" in French.

Sue Baker, neé Mann, twirled in the full length mirror in her bedroom, pleased with the view. She had justified the impulse purchase to herself, seeing as she found it on extreme markdown at Debenhams. Although the print had looked a little busy on the sale’s rack, once she tried it on, she found that the cut accentuated her assets and downplayed her flaws in exactly the way she had hoped.  Perfect for dinner at Garcon!, a fancy new French restaurant that had just opened on Cardiff Bay. She knew, (all too well), that the place was out of their price range, but Howie had finally convinced her that 10th anniversaries only came around just the once.

“You ready?” Howie poked his head into the bedroom, whistling low when he saw her. “Aren’t you posh?” He was dressed in his best suit, gray slate jacket and dark navy pants, paired with the tie the boys had gotten him for Father’s Day last. She spun once for his benefit, and giggled, delighted with his reaction. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, but then glanced at his watch and frowned. “We’d better head out. Don’t know what parking will be like.”

She leaned over, grabbing up her good earrings, and put them on by feel. “Go on, then. I’ll be right down. Tell Jo the boys need to be in bed no later than 9!” She spritzed Shalimar and walked through the mist, closing her eyes. She took one last look in the mirror, lightly running a finger over her lips to even her gloss, smiling at her reflection and shrugging. As good as it gets. 

She skipped down the stairs, briefly glowering at the scene in front of her. “Jacob, let Gavin have the controls, or you won’t get another go.” At his defiant scowl, she tilted her head, letting him know she meant business, and he shoved the Wii controller in his brother’s direction, clearly displeased. “Thirty more minutes, and then the telly gets shut off.” She ignored their moans of discontent, and nodded towards Jo. “Don’t listen to them, no matter what they say. Off it goes.” She glanced at Howie, who nodded at her and opened the door in a shall we? gesture, and she followed him out, calling over her shoulder. “No bad reports!”

The drive down to the Bay took all of thirty minutes. Howie was telling her a tale of Aled from work who was caught en flagrante with the office secretary by his wife, coming home early from the shops. She’d feel bad for the wife, but Wendy always was such a cow. She smiled and ran her thumb over her diamond, remembering that once Wendy had called her engagement ring a “darling little thing”. Slag. She turned towards her husband, taking his right hand from the steering wheel, and lacing her fingers with his. “You ever think we’d make it this far?”

He grinned at her. “Nope.” Neither did she, if she were being truly honest with herself.

“Eloping? You’re only 19 years old!” Her mam’s words still rang in her ears, even after all this time. They’d grown up on the same estate together, been dating since they were 14. Typical recipe for disaster. But, to everyone’s surprise, (even their own), whilst other couples around them seemed to dissolve, they were still going strong. Sure, it hadn’t been easy, and money was always a struggle, but against all odds, they’d made it thus far.

Howie pulled into a car park that was not too far a walk to the restaurant. When they got out of the car, the breeze from the Bay seemed to wrap a chill around her, so she pulled her shawl around her shoulders, letting the rich black silk run between her fingers. She remembered the day Howie had bought it for her in Camden Market on the last real holiday they’d had: a long weekend in London. Over eight years ago. Well before the kids. Howie held out his elbow like a gentleman, and she giggled at the silliness of it all, taking his arm. The lights over the Bay sparkled in just the perfect romantic way, and she leant into him, taking comfort in his solid bulk beside her. She gasped when they came upon the restaurant, at the way the lights glittered over the water, at the uniformed man waiting to open the door. When she walked in, she was stunned into silence by the casual opulence and rich tones that surrounded her. Howie gave their name to the maître de, and they were led towards a small table near the center of the dining room. She knew she was gawking but couldn’t help herself, craning her neck to get a better view of the chandelier and gorgeously high ceiling. She glanced around the room, pulling her shawl tightly around her, suddenly very aware of her £24 dress, but just then Howie leaned in and whispered in her ear: “Our quid spends here just as good as the next bloke’s”, and she fell a bit more in love with him, relaxing for the first time and finally enjoying herself.

Their waiter was called Jean Marc, and he rattled off the day’s specials: canard of this, and reduction of that, and fois gras, which her sister, Nerys, had told her was just a fancy word for liver, so most definitely not, and Howie ordered them two glasses of the house white to start. She glanced around the room, skipping her gaze over the faces of Cardiff’s beautiful and powerful, finally landing on the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in real life. He looked like a film star, all chiseled jaw and eyes of the brightest blue. He was dressed for the part, as well, looking like he stepped from the set of a World War II picture, with his braces and shirt that accentuated his eyes. She saw the way he leaned into his companion, sat very close, a young man dressed in a suit that most likely cost more than a month of Howie’s wages. Of course. Always the good ones. When she finally caught a sight of his companion’s face, however, she couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips.

“What is it?” She felt Howie following her gaze, gasping himself as he caught sight of the man’s escort. She saw the confusion and shock on his face as he looked back and forth several times between the two men. “Shit! Isn’t that…Ianto Jones?”

She nodded. “I…I think so.” She watched as the other man leaned in, unashamedly placing his hand on Ianto’s thigh and whispering something that made Ianto blush to the tips of his earlobes. Just then, Ianto’s waiter appeared with a carafe, pouring a bit of wine into the beautiful man’s glass, waiting for his approval. The man smiled, showing his dimples, and the waiter filled both of their glasses. The other man clinked his glass against Ianto’s before taking a sip. She felt a brief pang of grief for his poor father, God rest his soul, who was most likely rolling over in his grave.   

“I didn’t know he was a poofter!” She winced a little at Howie’s stage whisper, which drew a glare from a nearby table.

She tried pitching her voice low in response. “Nor me!” She pretended to scan her menu, but surreptitiously continued to watch the pair, staring as Ianto straightened primly and adjusted his napkin, saying something which made his escort throw his head back and laugh with abandon. God. If Nerys could see this now! Sue had never seen the attraction, but her sister had carried a torch for him since way back in sixth form. She always thought Ianto Jones was a weedy, sullen sort, who always seemed a bit too proud, like he was better than the estate they had all grown up on. She had to admit he’d grown into quite the handsome man, but it was not like Nerys, or any other girl for that matter, were getting feet round his table now, no way. She’d seen him Christmas last, when they’d gone to Rhi and Johnny’s party. He seemed like he couldn’t wait to get away fast enough, and Rhi had joked that the reason his visits had been so sparse was that he was secret agent of some sort. Now, the reason he’d been so eager to leave seemed all too clear.

“You’re staring!” Howie hissed at her.

“I can’t help it, can I?” Chagrined, she returned to scanning the menu, but the words just seemed to swim in and out of focus and were all in French anyways. She turned towards Howie in a vain attempt to keep her eyes away from Ianto’s table. “What are you having?”

“Um…” he ran his finger over the menu, clearly as lost as she. “This one.” Steak au Poivre. She’d seen that one on Master Chefs, but she had gone off red meat after seeing that exposé on slaughterhouses in the U.K . “How ‘bout you?”

“Oh…uh…dunno, really.” Just then, Jean Marc returned, and she had to make a snap decision. Coq au vin. She’d actually tried making that one before, and, even if the kids had refused to even try it, she thought it had turned out quite nice. Once the menus were taken away, she lost her shield that had covered her gaping, and she watched again as the other man ate brazenly from off of Ianto’s plate. Howie pinched her leg under the table, and she threw him a defiant look, but just then the bread and salads arrived and they were occupied by something other than catching Ianto Jones on a date with a man.

The food was gorgeous and required their full attention, and Howie kept her entertained by attempting to speak to her in an absolutely awful French accent that made him sound a bit like Pepe Le Pew, effectively distracting her until the bill had been paid. It really was just a bad bit of unfortunate timing that had them all rising from their tables at the same exact moment. Howie helped her into her shawl, turning her in such a way that she couldn’t help but watch Ianto help the other man into his greatcoat before sliding into his own trench coat.

All things considered, the moment couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but the sheer awfulness of his expression, trapped in that singular moment which lingered just a little too long  for him to pretend he did not know he was caught, seemed to possess an eternity. She watched as the swirl of emotions flickered across his face, running the whole gamut of shock, shame, anger, indignation, before quickly settling into a neutral mask. He gave her a tight smile and nod of head before his companion reached back and pulled him by the elbow, hand travelling down his arm until fingers entwined. The movement threw him a bit off-balance, and he stumbled, eyes shifting towards her once more as he allowed himself to be led to the door.

God. She couldn’t wait to phone Nerys!

Continued here: Interruption
 

 
 
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That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 06:00 pm (UTC)
OMG you said yuo were doing the restaurant fic, and YOU DID IT IN A WAY I DIDN'T SEE COMING. This was fucking brill, bb! Sue's voice really worked for me here, gossipy, catty, clueless. I live the moment about her engagement ring. We don't use the word "Slag" enough.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:01 pm (UTC)
OH lovely you...thank you! :) yes, i heartily agree--slag should get way more play on a day to day basis.
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 06:01 pm (UTC)
Haahaha, you slag.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
right back atcha, slagface
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
This is even funnier to me, as "slag" was the derrogatory term for the Tenctonese aliens in Alien Nation.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:36 pm (UTC)
you should note in comments below i am referring to you as a "sweet slag".
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 07:35 pm (UTC)
I did! And alba tattled on you in Twitter!

I am the sweetest slag of all. XD
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 07:41 pm (UTC)
damn...you peeps twitter? should i twitter?
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
I twittered poern while my plane was stuck on the tarmac on Sunday night! It was fucking awesome. Right now crue is feeding us lines of cracky porn. It's like a chat that you don't have to monitor constantly.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 07:47 pm (UTC)
i don't even know how to do it...will try and figure out
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 30th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Hee.
Adjoviadjovi on July 31st, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
k...so have twitter account with name adjovigin...i don't know how to find people, though
That's Lay-day Snackpants to you, buster.amand_r on July 31st, 2009 03:34 am (UTC)
I found you!
valancy_joy: ianto makes my...valancy_joy on July 30th, 2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
d'awwww.... and it makes all that grumpy what are we stuff come a little less out of left field!

NICE!!!
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
and it makes all that grumpy what are we stuff come a little less out of left field!

YAY! that is exactly what i wanted to achieve...why i wanted to write this. :)
valancy_joy: janto ttlm kiss valancy_joy on July 30th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
well, well done you! :0)
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
thanks so much! :) glad you enjoyed!
albaalba17 on July 30th, 2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
Heard you'd posted this via amand_r. I'd almost forgotten about the reference to the restaurant date in the wake of everything else that happened in COE. This is great! I really loved it. You really got into the voice of Sue. Love their observations of Jack and Ianto. How about a sequel from Ianto's POV?
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
Heard you'd posted this via [info]amand_r.

aw...she's such a sweet slag! (read up comments for reference).

so glad this worked for you...and, I am already thinking of (i hesitate to say continue) 2 other possible fics from this one--ianto's pov following and then the phone call from sue to rhi. who knows!

thanks for letting me know you enjoyed. :)
albaalba17 on July 30th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
she's such a sweet slag! Can I quote you on that? ha
I'd love to read those! Please, please, please write them.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
Can I quote you on that?

PLEASE do. ;)
dvanulyadvanulya on July 30th, 2009 06:31 pm (UTC)
This really pulled me in - great details and flow.

And it was so good to read something that actually let me forget the recent unfortunate events.

Nicely done!
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
thanks honey! *waves to you*

And it was so good to read something that actually let me forget the recent unfortunate events.

that's why i wrote it. :) glad it worked for you.
dynamite with a laser beam: hide and seek51stcenturyfox on July 30th, 2009 08:18 pm (UTC)
Wow.

This is just how that went down. Awesome missing scene and Sue's POV is great.
Adjoviadjovi on July 30th, 2009 09:59 pm (UTC)
YAY! thanks so much--so glad this worked for you!!
i want to huggle you (and your little dog, too): jack/iantoblue_fjords on July 31st, 2009 04:48 am (UTC)
Yay! My favorite bits: Pepe Le Pew, slaughterhouses in the UK, and the Wii. And of course, seeing the French restaurant date through the eyes of such a fully-realized OC. Awesomesauce!
(Anonymous) on July 31st, 2009 05:11 am (UTC)
And of course, seeing the French restaurant date through the eyes of such a fully-realized OC.

oh....honey. thank YOU so much for all of this...so happy that i could pull this off, and don't forget, that i coulnd't have done this without you. thanks again!
Adjoviadjovi on July 31st, 2009 05:14 am (UTC)
why oh why does lj log me out?!?

And of course, seeing the French restaurant date through the eyes of such a fully-realized OC.

oh....honey. thank YOU so much for all of this...so happy that i could pull this off, and don't forget, that i coulnd't have done this without you. thanks again!
The Cleaverage: i heart ukel_reiley on July 31st, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
YAY! i was so so so hoping for that date scene from Sue's POV! and here it is!!!!
Adjoviadjovi on July 31st, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
YAY! so glad this worked for you. :) thanks for letting me know you enjoyed!
ares132006: black and whiteares132006 on July 31st, 2009 09:48 am (UTC)
As the scene with Ianto and his sister talking about how he was seen at a fancy restaurant was my favourite I was delighted with this story. I loved Sue's voice, and her hubby was awfully sweet. Loved the detail you put into her family and the outing itself.

Gossipy, funny, a tad spiteful made her character so human, so real.

but it was not like Nerys, or any other girl for that matter, were getting feet round his table now, no way.

I can see Rhiannon telling Ianto what Susan said right here. Wonderfully done.

Slag...mmm... *chuckle*
Adjoviadjovi on July 31st, 2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
thanks so much for all your help, lady!!!

Gossipy, funny, a tad spiteful made her character so human, so real.

so glad this came through for you. as you well know, this is my first o/c pov. :)
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Adjoviadjovi on July 31st, 2009 01:14 pm (UTC)
thanks so much--so glad the pov worked for you--i've never done an o/c pov before. :)
winterhillmisswinterhill on August 2nd, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
This was fabulous! I love the way you've used the outsider perspective here :) And the little bits of her character, like the real awareness of the dress and the nosiness. I really enjoyed this one.
Adjoviadjovi on August 2nd, 2009 05:01 am (UTC)
thanks so much, honey! it was nice to write something while not completely fluffy, was not as angsty as where i was when i wrote the last one. so glad you enjoyed. :)
lefaym: janto kissing booklefaym on August 16th, 2009 08:10 am (UTC)
This was great. You use the outsider PoV really well. I really like all the extra little details that make Sue a well-rounded character, quite aside from her obvservations regarding Jack and Ianto.
Adjoviadjovi on August 16th, 2009 10:01 am (UTC)
thanks so much! i'm glad this perspective worked for you. so glad you enjoyed.
Vera S.: verasteine on August 16th, 2009 10:26 am (UTC)
This is brilliant. Your OC is so extremely convincing, and to see Jack and particularly Ianto through her eyes is so wonderfully done. You got the tone exactly right, well done.
Adjoviadjovi on August 16th, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
oh thank you so much! i'm so glad this worked for you. :)
Electro Club: Torchwood - Ianto HA HAelectro_club on August 17th, 2009 04:36 am (UTC)
Oh, wow, this was awesome. I've been waiting for someone to write that story ever since Day One! And you've done it brilliantly. Your OC was really nice, sounded very much like the person I imagined when Rhi was talking to him about it. Very good job!
Adjoviadjovi on August 18th, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
thank you so very much! i'm so glad my oc worked for you--i had a bit of a hard time trying to balance her, so i'm glad she came off as true. :)
thrace_adams: Ianto's Bitchthrace_adams on August 18th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
This was really lovely! Very interesting to see it from someone else's POV. Well done.
Adjoviadjovi on August 18th, 2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
thank you so very much! glad the oc worked for you. :)
berric: doveberric on August 23rd, 2009 01:35 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this.
Adjoviadjovi on August 24th, 2009 02:06 am (UTC)
thanks! ;)
Kosh: Torchwood kiss_jack_jackkoshweasley on October 10th, 2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
Savoir Faire
There has to be one in every crowd. LOL

Excellently executed. Love how it starts off with romance and falls head first into nosy neighbors.

And Ianto and Jack sounded like they were having a wonderfully romantic time too.
Adjoviadjovi on October 10th, 2009 10:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Savoir Faire
thank you! hehe...yeah...always the nosy ones. i think jack and ianto were having quite the good time, as well. :)
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