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[themanclion]

When Gene comes in tonight, he looks cheerful enough. As usual, he heads straight for the bar and orders a pint with a whiskey chaser. He's a bit thrown when he gets a napkin instead.

'...you what?'

Another napkin, which says much the same thing.

'Not on your bloody life, luv.'

Yet another, with the same polite request and, just maybe, a mention of the

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[raptorcanaria]

It's too much to ask that there be real beer on the menu, right? Dinah gives it a faintly puzzled look, then shrugs.

"Scotch? On the rocks."

[themanclion]

Gene stares at her and barks out, suspiciously,

'How old're you?'

Not that he particularly cares, he's just in a bad mood. He hadn't planned on spending time this side of the bar this evening.

'An' since when d'birds drink Scotch?'

[raptorcanaria]

"Nineteen."

Ooops. Well, he's English, so that'll be OK, right? She's so charming and confident and stuff.

"And uh... since their uncles insist it's the only drink worth drinking?"

Except beer, which doesn't count.

[themanclion]

Gene hates charming and confident. It's smarmy and usually leads to people backchatting him, which he also hates.

Unless it turns out to be fun and then it's OK.

He's eyeing her in his customary I think you look dodgy way, which is to say, his head is up and angled so it sort of looks like he's looking at her down the length of his cheek.

'Your uncle sounds like an alrigh' bloke.'

Which means he'll get her her Scotch. Or pour it, at least. He doesn't push it over.

'Girls can' drink on their own. You'll 'ave t'buy me one.'

[cutting_edgex23]

"You are not allowed to do that," X says.

She was seated at the bar not long before Gene took up his position.

Her tone is very matter-of-fact.

"Kick people out."

[themanclion]

'Says who?'

He's not used to being told such things, obviously.

'I've go' the bar for a shift, I c'n do what I bloody well like.'

[cutting_edgex23]

"No. You cannot."

X is very good at remaining calm.

"You are not Mike. Or Sallie. Or Belar."

Beat.

"And you are not on Security."

[themanclion]

Gene? Is not very good at remaining calm. But then again, he doesn't try.

'No, I'm no' any of those people, whoever they bloody are. An' I definitely know I'm no' on Security 'cos if I was, it wouldn' be such a bloody shambles.'

A bit more corrupt and definitely more hands-on, perhaps. But not lax, the way it appears to be to him.

[scots_wolf]

"Now you will have to serve me scotch," Urquhart says, leaning on the bar and grinning like a shark at the tender.

[themanclion]

Gene? Looks unimpressed.

'Don' 'ave t'do a damn thing, Goldilocks. I don' serve scum, so sod off.'

[scots_wolf]

"You serve everyone if the bar tells you to," Urquhart says. "So, please, scotch."

[themanclion]

He snorts, a vague hint of humour in it.

'Bu' she didn'. She asked me to take a shift. Didn' say I couldn' pick an' choose me customers. I'm in charge back 'ere f'r the next few hours an' I say, no drinks fer scum.'

[morethanprops]

Moist nods to Gene as he sits at the Bar,

"Could I get a scotch?"

[themanclion]

'If you buy me one.'

...

...no, he's serious.

[morethanprops]

"Why should I do that?"

If it comes down to bargaining, Moist might try card tricks or something else rather than pay for two drinks.

[themanclion]

'Because I'm the barman.'

And that's what you do. You say 'ave one yourself' when you order a drink. Not every time, obviously. Though that's definitely what Gene's going to angle for so as to not make this evening a total waste.

'An' if you want a drink, you'll buy me one.'

...he's not happy about being made to work here, obviously. So is being a git. The mun apologises.

[lady_bols]

She'd watched from the other side of the bar for as long as she could stand it.

This was not her DCI.

This was Sam's DCI.

She slipped into a bar stool, wide-eyed, wondering just what the hell her mind was playing at.

"I'll have a -- " She has to cough to clear her throat, and find her voice. "I'll have a shandy please?"

[themanclion]

'No you bloody won't. You'll 'ave a proper drink or sod off, luv.'

He's not happy about being made to work here. Though to be fair, when totty like this shows up it's not so bad.

[lady_bols]

Oh it's Gene all right.

One sculpted eyebrow rises.

"Then I guess I'll have a Scotch please. Neat."

[themanclion]

'Tha's better.'

He smirks and pours two, double measures.

'An' I expec' you meant t'add, 'and 'ave one yerself' onto the end of tha' but forgot. Lucky for you I'm a detective.'

Birds can't be expected to remember every little thing, he knows that. Even posh ones like this.