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Gene isn't sure why this place keeps bringing him back almost as soon as he gets home but as it happens, he's not complaining today. He's got a bastard big hangover and things look like they're about to get proper messy back in Manchester - which is fine, normal even. But its much easier to deal with when you've got a decent breakfast in you.
'Full English, luv. Extra black puddin' and sausage. An' tea, five sugars. Ta.'
It's a meal big enough to feed three. He clearly needs a fortifying fag before embarking on such a mission.
'...an' a Scotch an' all.'
Plus a hair of the dog, obviously.
[Hungover to hell!tag: Gene Hunt]
[Open for new tags until 1am Sunday morning GMT, and tomorrow as well. I feel like I've been gone forever! The man is in a huff with me. D: Will be some sporadic slow later around kidlet's bedtime but other than that, totally available for play.]
[OOC: Brief slow while I get Sleeping Beauty up, brb!]