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Gene hasn't been here in...God, about eight months. And he's glad to have stumbled upon the place again because he could do with a respite from the stuff going on back in Fenchurch. So he turns back in the doorway and simply lobs the paperwork under his arm back in the vague direction of his desk (it can bloody well wait) and shuts the door firmly behind him.
A minute later, there's a decent red wine in his hand (with a whiskey chaser) and he's scowling at the state of the dartboard. Has some bastard been chucking rocks at it or something? He unhooks it from the wall and brings it back to Bar.
'Alrigh', luv? Give me some arrows an' sort us ou' another one o'them, will ya? Stick it on me tab if y'like.'
[Relocated Lion tag of smallness: Gene Hunt]
[Looks good in a bathrobe tag: Alex Drake]
[OOC: This is 80s!Gene, just prior to S2 canon. If anyone wants to tag him that's talked with him before, there's a note for you here.]