Gene had been told to stay off his injured knee for about five days. Of course, that meant that he'd ditched the crutches as soon as he got upstairs and had decided that the next morning was the perfect time to take himself horseriding again.
So the morning after that, when he couldn't walk on the thing at all and had run out of Scotch upstairs, it appeared that desperate times called for desperate measures. So he's bitten the bullet and made it downstairs, only to be faced with a napkin bearing a very stern note about the size of his tab. And a Santa hat.
'You are joking me. I'm a bloody invalid, I am!'
Another napkin. Apparantly there's a bonus in it if he wears the hat. (And if we're being honest, Gene likes Christmas, so it isn't such a problem.)
SPECIALS
HO HO BLOODY HO.
Half off if you're not a twat.
One bartender, leaning on a crutch, wearing a Santa hat and with a Player's No. 6 hanging out of his mouth. Merry Christmas?
[Tag of Christmas spirit:
Gene Hunt]
[Arcade Gannon,
Jessica Drew,
Jordan Kennedy,
Shaz Granger, Father Christmas,
Bridgette Dubois,
Butch Cassidy]
[OOC: Annnd, it's past 2am so I'm crashing. THANK YOU ALL FOR TAGGING! I'll be around all day tomorrow to pick threads up *flings love at* :D]