the_gene_genie: (LoM - Manc Lion/My Hair Kink)

He doesn't drag his feet on the way down to the stables, though he's still not sure this is a good idea. But, fact is, much as he's tried to ignore the last row, it won't go away. He's told himself he doesn't care until he's blue in the face, but he's called himself a liar too. And yeah, he was really angry and he's still pissed off when he thinks about it. But he's not as pissed off as he was, and there's a lot he doesn't understand.

Gene doesn't like not understanding things. And he has no intention of hiding away from her either. When he has a problem, he either buries it until it goes away (doesn't seem to be working), or he faces it head on. Seeing as the first option seems to be a non-starter, the second it is.

So there's no trepidation as he walks into the building. None of his usual striding arrogance either though.

'You in here?'
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He's glad when she rides them out of town, away from where anyone might see this. It makes sense, of course. It'd be a bit stupid for her to be teaching him how to do this stuff in full view of the people who think he already knows how.

It feels weird to be back in the saddle after a few days out of it, though. Hurts, too. He'd thought these aches were going away but nope, they were only asleep. So it's a bit of an uncomfortable ride, especially coupled with the heat. He doesn't moan though. He'll be in trouble if she changes her mind about helping him here.
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Even by 70s standards, this place is basic. But it looks brilliant to him, because it's real - proper, authentic Old West chairs, and tables; wooden floor and burning candles, and the smell of the desert right outside the door. It'll do him. Anything else just wouldn't be the same.

They're shown to a table and he makes sure to sit opposite her. All very proper. There doesn't seem to be too many other people here, which is good, because he hasn't yet worked out what counts as inappropriate for her, and it'd be all too easy for him to open his big trap and say the wrong thing. All too easy to mess this up, and get her into trouble.

As soon as a waiter comes near, he says, 'Whiskey. Double, no ice. Two of 'em.'

The food can wait until after.

OOM: Texas

May. 17th, 2011 08:30 pm
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It's been a long old day, no matter what way he looks at it. For a start, getting back on the horse was one of the most painful things he's ever had to do, and it didn't ease once he was up there. If anything, it's worse now. Subjecting hurt muscles to the same thing that hurt them in the first place, and doing it for hours on end, is not his idea of a good time.

For second, they've barely said a word to each other all day. He can't figure it out. She doesn't seem angry, like she was this morning. She doesn't seem sour; she's not cutting him down when he does speak. She's just...not talking. After a couple of hours of it, he decided that probably meant she was done with him - somehow, figuring this out has not made his mood better. He usually likes figuring out where he stands, but this one brings no satisfaction. And he keeps expecting her to bring it up again, like women usually do, but so far, nothing.

So it's been an awkward day. It's been an awkward, bloody hot day, with not enough alcohol in it. But the vista has been as glorious as ever - he's kept his eyes firmly on the area they're riding through. It's been changing, he's noticed. Greener, for a start. Different sorts of animals, more trees. He assumes this is what she wants, and doesn't ask any of the questions that have been threatening to spill for a while now.

OOM: Movie

Jan. 15th, 2011 12:26 am
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Leaning On Bar/Weighing You Up)

Room 6620 is a pretty generic sort of place. It looks like a basic hotel suite - double bed, table, a couple of chairs, a sofa. There are a few suits hanging, dry-cleaned, on the back of the bathroom door (he frowns at them, there are a couple there that
he’s never bought so his future self must have been around again) and a number of half-full bottles of Scotch and Firewhiskey on the table. The only thing that shows this room is really reserved for one person’s use are the posters hanging framed up above the bed. Two, cinema-size vintage prints,one from The Good, The Bad and the Ugly and the other, Gary Cooper in High Noon.

He aims Kate towards the bed.

‘Here. Lie down before you fall down.’
the_gene_genie: (LoM - You What?)


Gene holds the door open for her with a small smile. The view outside is of a street, red brick houses and a car parked on the corner. There's a high-rise behind the houses; it's all typically 70s. If Kate looks back behind them when the door's closed, she'll see a regular looking pub with a sign hanging near the door, declaring it to be The Railway Arms.

She'll also see Gene standing stock still, glaring at her like she's standing right in his way. Which she is, as far as he's concerned. She might also note that there is not a single spark of recognition on his face.

'You gonna shift yer arse, luv, or am I goin' to 'ave t'do it for ya?'
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Hipflask)

To say he's nervous about this would be understating it a little. Not only is he weirded out by the idea of getting on a horse, he's also wearing jeans. Which is not a usual thing for him and just brings out the alien nature of this whole encounter. But! Needs must and every time he wavers on it, he just thinks of Westerns and it's enough to strengthen his resolve.

Besides, the Gene Genie isn't afraid of a damn thing and he'll be damned if some beast is going to stop him living out a dream. So here he is, early in the morning (less chance of anyone seeing) and already fortified by a good few nips of Scotch.

'Alrigh', luv?'

Stables smell weird. Horses smell weird. Grass smells weird when it's all damp like this (he's never normally close enough to it to realise that dew gives a fresh tinge to everything). He pulls at his hipflask again and eyes her.

'If y'get the urge t'laugh, jus' remember who's goin' to show you how to drive a car, yeah?'

Revenge will be sweet, should she be less than understanding.

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