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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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She shakes her head.

"Right, then. I'll buy the first round."

She can't fight the madness, so she might as well jump on in and enjoy the swim.

"Thank you, Gene."

His head snaps to the side and he fixes her with a stare.

'For what?'

She meets his stare with all wide-eyed innocence.

"For invitin' me over."

She smiles, and though that touch of wickedness is still there, it's sincere.

"I'd like to."

His eyes remain fixed on her for a moment, like he's trying to work out if she's taking the piss. Which he is.

But then he nods. Just once, decisively.

'Righ' then.'

And that's that.