Heavenly Coffee

A Torchwood Humor Fanfic

Is the coffee in heaven up to Ianto's standards?

Rated K for nothing that can be taken badly.

Disclaimer: TW: not mine. Ianto's coffee: not mine, although I would really love some right now.

A/N: Drabble-y-thing (it wasn't on purpose 100 words) inspired by a line of Torchwood Tea Girl's profile. It's not tossed in with RAST 'cause it doesn't in any way shape or form involve me.

(100 words)

So, he was dead. That wasn't exactly the happiest thing in the world. No, in fact it was probably one of the worst. On the one hand, he didn't exactly see him living forever. After all, he was a member of Torchwood.

But that wasn't the point. Here and now, he was dead. Well, now he was dead and here he was in heaven. He supposed that was a good thing.

Foolishly, he decided he wanted a cup of coffee when they asked.

Which he promptly spit out after a single sip and demanded to take over the making of.