nineteen; back to business

[dci_gene_hunt]

[Now that Gene has safely asserted that coronary threat brought on by lack of genitalia is no longer an issue, and he's slept off the considerable amount of whisky that enabled him to cope with trauma of such epic proportions; he's now sobering up from one helluva hangover with the hair of the dog in the considerably quieter than the Death Match bar, the Lux.]

So 'ave I missed 'owt of note?

[Filter: Tony Stark] [tap tap tap of a pen] We 'aven't met mate, but I'm 'eading up a CID department in this shit'ole. DCI Gene Hunt, Metropolitan Police, I'd like to arrange a meeting with you.[/filter]