the_gene_genie: (Ashes - DCI Hunt)
The door slams. She followed and he knew she would. He hadn't wanted to lose it like that in front of everyone but he can't ignore his anger. And it's easier to be angry than to focus on the ache.

'First Sam Tyler, now you. Why do I always attract the liars an' the weirdos?'
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Drinker)


He's never really been one for sitting alone with his thoughts - to be honest, there aren't that many occasions that call for it. He tends to be confident in his actions and decisions and give little mind to his failings or mistakes.

This mood that Saffron put him in though, is actually more normal. And he'd defy any copper to deny they felt the same way, at times. It's a thankless job they do and a never ending one as well. Everyone copes with it in different ways. Gene's way, tonight, is to drink and then drink some more, shifting around the room as various parts of his body complain from his recent excursions.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - S2 Broken)
'Right, you need a drink.'

He's swaying; he knows it and doesn't care. He gets the glasses down on the table without breaking them, pours without spilling.

'I never thought...'

All day, he's been thinking things he never thought he would. He's been thinking about telling her, these last few hours. All these things he never thought would happen. And now he's here and he can't bring himself to say any of it. He's too tired, too drunk.

'...it's all shit, isn' it?'

She looks beautiful even in her dressing gown. He does notice. Does take it in, as he hands her  her glass. But tonight, there's not much room for anything but just how shit this really is.

'You an' me, Bolly. You an' me.'
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - S2 Broken)





'Stay.'

'What're we doing?'

'Waiting.'

'What for?'

He has to speak words he never thought he'd have to, in this office.



'A traitor.'


He'd find the silence oppressive if he were thinking of anything but the person about to walk through that door. And the thought of this makes him feel sick but there's no hiding away from it. It has to be faced, so face it they will.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Lonely Drinker)
 
Long nights in Luigi's are, of course, nothing new. They're the norm. But he hit the bottle harder than even he meant to tonight, harder than he's done since Christmas. It's because of bloody SuperMac, of course. But somewhere along the way, he forgot what he was pissed off about, forgot why he stopped getting so utterly leathered in front of his team over a year ago and stopped caring about what it looked like.

He's not at the point of unconsciousness or anything. So, maybe not as bad as he was at Christmas. But pretty far gone, far enough that he doesn't see the concerned glances exchanged between Ray and Chris and Shaz (he normally knows he's had enough when he sees Ray looking worried) over at their table, and doesn't notice Shaz slip up the stairs to the flat.

'Gimme 'nother, Luigi.'

'Mr. Hunt...'

'Another, Luigi.'

'...si, Mr. Hunt.'
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Lonely Drinker)
'Luigi! Two bottles of house red an' two Scotchs. An' a pint for me.'

His tone brooks no argument, despite it being only around four in the afternoon. He's quite obviously a man on a mission as he flings himself into his normal corner chair and slaps his fags down on the table.

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