Prompt #200 theatrical_muse
Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?
DCI Gene Hunt
Life on Mars
Word Count: 182
"You must be off your bleedin' rocker if you think I'm gonna eat that shite Tyler!" Gene shunted the unnaturally orange hunk of chicken across the plate with his fork in repugnance.
"What the fuckin' 'ell is it anyway?" He took a tentative sniff of the abortion infront of him. "Oi! You!" He beckoned the waiter over aggressively with a cock of his head before Sam had chance to respond. "One o' you fuckers has hoyed up in me dinner."
Sam could do little more than hold a hand to his face in sheer embarrassment, hiding the look of incredulity at Gene's behaviour. "My apologies for my friend here," he managed with a flinch, peering up at the man from between his fingers. "He's never had Indian cuisine before. It's fine, it looks great." Sam smiled awkwardly, hoping to appease him.
"I can't eat this muck, no wonder their friggin' corner shops reek so bloody much, Christ only knows what this stuff does to your arse." Gene added with a derisive sneer, thankfully after the waiter had retreated, much to Sam's relief.
DCI Gene Hunt
Life on Mars
Word Count: 182
"You must be off your bleedin' rocker if you think I'm gonna eat that shite Tyler!" Gene shunted the unnaturally orange hunk of chicken across the plate with his fork in repugnance.
"What the fuckin' 'ell is it anyway?" He took a tentative sniff of the abortion infront of him. "Oi! You!" He beckoned the waiter over aggressively with a cock of his head before Sam had chance to respond. "One o' you fuckers has hoyed up in me dinner."
Sam could do little more than hold a hand to his face in sheer embarrassment, hiding the look of incredulity at Gene's behaviour. "My apologies for my friend here," he managed with a flinch, peering up at the man from between his fingers. "He's never had Indian cuisine before. It's fine, it looks great." Sam smiled awkwardly, hoping to appease him.
"I can't eat this muck, no wonder their friggin' corner shops reek so bloody much, Christ only knows what this stuff does to your arse." Gene added with a derisive sneer, thankfully after the waiter had retreated, much to Sam's relief.