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the_gene_genie) wrote2010-09-23 08:55 pm
the_gene_genie) wrote2010-09-23 08:55 pm
Entry tags:
- 1973,
- kate barlow,
- manchester,
- oom,
- sam
OOM: Driving Lessons
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?'
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"Blonde joke?"
She holds onto the dash to keep herself from being thrown through the car.
"I don't get what's so funny."
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'Come on. Everyone's heard blonde jokes before - or don' they 'ave a sense of humour in America?'
Wouldn't surprise him if they didn't.
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The only way Kate knows Gene didn't just kill someone is because there's no blood on the windshield.
"Sure, we got senses of humor. Y'hear the one about the blonde copper who went horseback ridin'?"
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He glances back at her again, puzzled. He doesn't get it.
'Mounted plod are twats anyway. Coppers on horses? It's for ponces who don' like gettin' their hands dirty.'
They're nearly there. Two more streets to go.
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...Gene is going to kill her, once they're back in the bar.
"Couldn't tell his ass from 'is neck."
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The pub's in sight. He can practically taste the ale. There're no idiots getting in his way so he just floors it. The engine roars, the car leaps forward and...
...tarmac is replaced with grass, houses with trees.
'What the...bloody 'ell is goin' on...!'