OOM: Room 6620

[the_gene_genie]

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.

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[lady_bols]

"Working a case, what do you think?"

She drinks, eyeing him over the rim of her glass. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

"Red."

She'll just leave it at that.

[the_gene_genie]

Like he wouldn't ask for details?

'Tarty, was it? Somethin' skimpy?'

He's looking at her lasciviously, of course. Far less subtle than the Gene she knows and it's hardly like he's the most reserved of blokes.

[lady_bols]

She quirks an eyebrow at him, bemused. She misses the playful flirtations, as obnoxious as they were. She misses calling him a lardy fascist and having him grin at her.

"You said -- something like -- 'Blimey. 'At skirt was 'itched any 'igher, I could see what you 'ad for breakfast.'"

When she's drunk, she's much better at approximating his accent.

[the_gene_genie]

His eyebrows shoot right up.

'Well, tha' gives me somethin' t'look forward to. Is it 1981 yet?'

He's not about to attempt her accent, we're thankful to report.

'Unless you wan' t'recreate th' scene for me now.'

[lady_bols]

She takes a long drink of whiskey and gives him the two fingered salute with her other hand.

Yeah, she's a classy bird all right.

She sets the empty glass on the bed, coughing a bit, melting back to the mattress.

"Jus' gonna have a kip, 'right?"

[the_gene_genie]

'Yeah, alrigh'.'

He turns his chair around so it's facing the - by his standards - incredibly modern TV (It's from the 80s and has a VHS machine that took him about an hour to figure out). High Noon is in there already and good to go because that's what he'd decided to do before she turned up.

'Bu' if you snore over this film, I'm chuckin' you straight out on yer ear.'

He's not kidding.

[lady_bols]

Doesn't matter.

She's already out like a light.