OOM: Oakville, Texas, 1888. Dinner.

[the_gene_genie]

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.

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[the_gene_genie]

He shoots her a dark look.

'I don' need his permission. It's my bloody city.'

So there.

'I just said it'd be easier if he knew. An' yeah, he has his moments. But I could jus' as easy ask Ray or Chris to back me up. They both come t'the bar.'

The dark look turns thoughtful for a moment.

'...maybe not Chris.'

He's Chris.

'An' I might let you drive me car. If you're nice to me.'

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[ikissdhimbck]

She says nothing in response to the dark look. She merely arches her eyebrows, shooting him a look in return.

Touchy touchy.

"So long as it ain't trouble for you."

She smirks, and her voice drops a hint softer.

"An' when am I ever not nice t'you?"

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[the_gene_genie]

'No, it won' be no trouble.'

As long as they don't run into the missus. Which he will ensure doesn't happen. So.

His eyebrows quirk upwards a little.

'We've had a few fights, as I recall.'

Beat.

'...and you told me you didn' fancy me. Not good for a bloke, that.'

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[ikissdhimbck]

She ponders her meal for a quiet moment.

"But I didn't shoot you."

See? Nice.

"An' you held your own all right, as I recall. Wouldn't bother fightin' with you if I didn't think you was worth it."

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[the_gene_genie]

'Didn' know that at the time though, did I?'

He's not going to drag all that up again, though. The last thing he wants is to break what they've got going right now. Their balance is never that strong at the best of times, as the past has shown.

'It don' matter. How's your chicken?'

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[ikissdhimbck]

"We wasn't doin' much talkin' back then."

Mostly just arguing, fighting, and throwing around sarcasms and coquetry.

Which, admittedly, isn't all that different from what they do now. But at the moment her voice is hovering between an even keel and a lilt, all in good-humor.

"It's good."


Beat.


Beat.



"I'm not sure what, um, one talks about," she admits. "I reckon we're doin' all right, but I haven't ever been on a dinner date before."

She lowers her voice drastically, lest anyone nearby hear such vulgar words.

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[the_gene_genie]

He doesn't know how he can bear such vulgarity.

Honestly.

'It's been a good few years for me, an' all.'

Because taking the missus out doesn't really count. There's not going to be any awkwardness with her, and he doesn't have to romance her either.

'I dunno,' He shrugs, and tries one of the dodgy chips. Not as bas as it looks. 'If we have to stand on ceremony, I reckon we're doin' it wrong. An' seein' as last night we were...well, y'know...I reckon we should be past bein' awkward.'


...although with the two of them, there never seems to be a point where they get past the Awkward.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Awkward?"

She makes a considering sound.

She hadn't thought of things in quite those terms, but she supposes he isn't wrong. The reminder of last night puts a small fire in her cheeks. She bites the inside of her lip, putting an end to eating for a few seconds until she can manage to will the smirk away.

They're sort of backwards, if by 'sort of' the narration really means completely. If they were to stand on tradition, they'd be doing it all wrong.

"Do I make you nervous, Mr. Hunt?"

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[the_gene_genie]

'No.'

He eyes her around his glass, holding it with fingers slightly bent. He's telling the truth. She's a hard nut, and a pain in the arse sometimes, but he's seen her vulnerability enough to know that she's nothing to be scared of, even if he were inclined to be scared of anyone.

He's seen it often enough to know that he'd be a real shit if he used it against her too. He's aware of having to tread carefully sometimes, and that doesn't come natural to him most of the time.

So OK, yes. She makes him a bit nervous, but probably not for the reasons she might imagine.

'The Gene Genie doesn' get frightened by girls, luv.'

Beat.



'...how old are you, anyway?'

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[ikissdhimbck]

Her lips twitch.

"Cheeky."

Though, she's more intrigued by his first statement rather than the question. She eyes him for good while.

"Three-and-twenty."

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[the_gene_genie]

He blinks.




'I'm sorry; you what?'



She didn't just say...what he thought she said. Did she?

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[ikissdhimbck]

"You've got me uncomfortable now."

Way to make a girl feel special, Gene.

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[the_gene_genie]

He puts his fork down. And lets out a long breath. And has a drink - all without taking his eyes off her.

'Don' feel uncomfortable. No need f'that.'

Because on the one hand - result! Twenty-three!

On the other...on the other, that's only just alright, in his book. If she thinks she's uncomfortable right now, he's willing to bet it's nothing to how he feels.



'Just surprised me a bit, tha's all. Thought you were older. You act it.'

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[ikissdhimbck]

She watches him warily.

Well, if she didn't feel awkward before she certainly does now. Does her age matter, for some reason? She can't figure why it would, and she reasons there must be something else he's not saying. But what? She combs at her hair again, unconsciously checking it's in place, and smooths her skirt.

"Do I? I was introduced to society at fifteen. Quite ordinary."

And she's been a woman long before that. The only woman, in fact, to mind the estate she grew up on since her mother's passing, to tend to the necessities of ranch living, and care for her father.

"Though, I s'pose with time spent in the bar an' other worlds my age has grown suspect."

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[the_gene_genie]

'So you're probably a bit older?'

Good. That's good.

It's not her age that's the problem. Because there's no other way to look at this - he's old enough to be her dad. And while sleazy remarks about birds and tarts are bread-and-butter to him, he's really not the type of bloke to go running around after young girls.

...well. OK, so he has. And he certainly never asks the age of the hour-long encounters he sometimes finds himself involved in. He certainly looks at birds that age. But when it comes to actually caring about one, and getting involved properly, it just feels a bit...off.

He waves a hand, and then picks up his fork again.

'Don' worry about it. Honestly. I jus' never really thought about it before. It's not anythin' t'fuss over.'

When push comes to shove, he's not her dad. He's a bloke, and she's a woman. They fancy easch other. If he doesn't think about it any deeper than that, everything's fine.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"You've said that a few times now," she murmurs levelly, keeping her eyes on him. "'Don't worry about it.' I won't, if that's what y'want."

When it comes down to it, she trusts that if she did have something to worry about he'd let her know. Still, she can't help the feeling that things aren't going so well so far.

And there is the matter of her insatiable curiosity.

"I asked you once how old y'were, an' you never answered me. Now I'm guessin' you're closer to forty than thirty."

She makes an effort to settle back into a teasing grin, despite the sudden confusion.

"Not that it matters."

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[the_gene_genie]

'Well, so long as it don' matter...'

Gene think it's going just fine. No awkward silences = everything's fine. Doesn't matter to him if the subject of conversation has them both a bit on edge. As long as there is conversation, they're doing alright.

'I'm more than forty.'

Born in 1931.

That's right, isn't it?

Yes.

There is no confusion. He knows when he was born; ergo, he knows how old he is.

'Not many get to be DCI at my age now, let alone the age I was when I got it.'

Just so she knows.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh."

She's genuinely surprised. But not at all off-put. If she had married while she was at university, as many of her peers did, she would have more than likely ended up with a suitor fifteen years her senior or more. It wasn't the age that mattered so much as the reputation, and how well a man could provide for a potential wife. Granted, young ladies like Kate did hope for love with a young and attractive suitor, but most accepted the fact that such unions weren't to be expected.

It doesn't matter in any case. She and Gene aren't a long term project. She enjoys his company (most of the time), he's easy enough on the eyes, and he seems to care about her. Anything else is irrelevant.

"Quite the feather in your cap."

She returns to her meal, smiling a bit easier now.

"I guess there must be some basis t'your braggin', then."

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[the_gene_genie]

'About what? My work?'


He stabs a 'chip', wondering why knowing his age would make her relax.

'I. Do not. Brag.'


Well. Much.

Though he certainly intends to tomorrow morning, all being well. Just to her, though. No one else.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Sure thing, sugar."

She's distinctly amused now.

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[the_gene_genie]

He eyes her once more, his good mood dipping a little. He really doesn't like being laughed at, and he knows she knows that.

Plus, it's weird being called 'sugar' by a twenty-three year old.


'What happened to 'Mr. Hunt'?'

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[ikissdhimbck]

She glances up at him.

That's a good question.


She takes a quick look around the room, and on an impulse she says:

"Y'wanna get outta here?"

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[the_gene_genie]

He looks down at his rather delicious, half-eaten steak.



'Yeah, I bloody do.'

He really does.

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[ikissdhimbck]

She wipes her mouth on her cloth napkin, and sets her cutlery aside.

"Let's git, then."

She catches their waiter's eye, and nods him over.

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[the_gene_genie]

Gene has his priorities right, and finishes his drink immediately. Not going to leave that behind.

He can't be bothered to wait for a bill, though. He just puts ten bucks down - two dinners, four drinks; should cover it - and stands up.

'Shall we?'

He offers her his arm again. Appearances, and all. He's not planning on being so polite later.