The Gene Genie, lives on his back...

Apr 24, 2008 18:24

Finishing his drink, Gene spared the newspaper clipping on his wall one last glance before getting to his feet and pulling his jacket back on. The lights flickered off behind him and he straightened his tie as he stepped out of his office. Everyone else was already off having a plonk, and he refused to sit behind his desk and mope about Sam-bloody- ( Read more... )

joscelin verreuil, debut, gene hunt, annie cartwright, maureen johnson, rogue, shadow, jaye tyler, ysandre de la courcel, sam tyler, dani reese

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how_itgoes April 24 2008, 22:31:02 UTC
Sam's two steps into the room and the song combined with the presence of the man is enough to fill Sam with both dread horror and instant relief. He has missed the man. And now he's wondering just why he's gone so insane that he'd admit that. And so he gapes and just stands there. "Guv?" he asks, feeling a bit pale. "That you?"

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 22:40:08 UTC
Even in his dreams Gene Hunt couldn't get away from Sam Tyler. The bastard was everywhere. Still, Gene wasn't one to waste an opportunity. So, despite the fact that he'd likely wake up in a moment and vomit all over Luigi's floor, he wasn't going to let his drunken mess of a dream be a total waste.

He was going to tell the dead bastard just what he thought of him.

"You poncy, dim-witted, tea-sipping, tapioca eating, deaf, bent, bastard," he growled, grabbing Tyler by the front of his shirt and slamming him roughly against the nearest wall. "What part of 'wait' didn't you hear?" he asked.

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how_itgoes April 24 2008, 22:42:14 UTC
Sam gave an 'oof' when the wind was momentarily knocked out of him by the wall and it's in catching his breath and coughing that he manages the barest of smirks. "Good to see you too, Gene," he notes sarcastically, shoving him off and staring at the man in confusion. "Wait for what?" he echoes.

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 22:51:59 UTC
"For me!" Gene shouted. "Seven years and you still couldn't take orders."

He glared for a long moment, looking as if he might throw a punch, but the truth of it was... he'd missed the git. He'd really missed him, and dream or no, everything about it was far too real to be wasted on a fist fight.

...Even if the nonce did deserve to have his teeth knocked out.

He let go reluctantly, but he didn't step back.

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9mmshotglass April 24 2008, 22:39:54 UTC
"Welcome to the magic fucking island, I'll be your hostess, Dani Reese and welcome you to Hell," Reese said, not even pausing as she moved through the room and rummaged through the bookshelf. At least it wasn't hitting her with Austen. How to Avoid Sexual Injuries, however, was popping up like a fucker. She glared at the bookshelf. "And you're not dreaming. I'm also not flashing my knockers for you, not even if you ask nicely." She glanced at the man for a moment.

"You smell like a fucking bar," she said, eyebrows arched. "Tell me you brought liquor."

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 22:44:02 UTC
Gene really only caught the words 'fucking' and 'hell', which really was more than enough as far as he was concerned. He might have heard the word 'knockers' as well, but that might have just been because he was staring at hers.

"Not what I expected," he said, more speaking to himself than her. "But I'm not fussy."

And with that he grabbed her and kissed her firmly on the mouth, his hand sliding down to pinch her bum.

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9mmshotglass April 24 2008, 23:03:34 UTC
Reese jammed her knee into his groin, flipped him so his nose was pressed to the carpet and her knee was buried in his back. She had a hold of his arm and had twisted it behind him, putting enough pressure on it so it hurt. Thank God for police training. When she spoke, her voice was very quiet.

"I'm usually not fussy, either," Reese said an extremely cordial tone. "As much as I enjoy being kissed, I generally like a mild introduction, a nice drink, and maybe a few more somewhere else."

She released him neatly.

"Let's try this again, shall we, without the sexual harassment? I'm Dani Reese and this is not a dream. And if you're really smart, you may have balls left after this conversation."

And she smiled.

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:12:38 UTC
Gene grunted as he hit the floor, rolling over as soon as she let go. He didn't bother getting up, instead staying sprawled out as he took his flask from his pocket and took a swig.

"I hope you know, you have just assaulted a police officer, you crazy bitch," he said, sitting up and tucking his flask away again. He groaned in pain, but eventually got to his feet, eying the gobby tart as he fished his badge out of his pocket and flashed it.

"Where the bloody-hell am I then?" he asked.

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15_words April 24 2008, 22:40:04 UTC
No DI Drake came through the door.

Instead a short, thin girl with long brown hair sauntered through in jeans and gave the jukebox a sour look. And then turned her head to give the unfortunately occupied sofa a disappointed look.

"You look drunk," she said after a second and without any preamble, then wandered closer.

"...You smell drunk," she amended, leaning against the sofa with a vaguely crazed look in her eye. Only vaguely. Good alcohol was a BIG DEAL but not a HUGE DEAL. "Where did you get booze?"

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 22:48:09 UTC
"I am... shit-faced drunk," Gene promised her, wondering if maybe he should get his head checked. The women in his dreams were starting to get far too young, and he looked her over as he got to his feet.

"Who are you then?" he asked, pulling his flask from his pocket and taking a swig.

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15_words April 24 2008, 22:58:29 UTC
Jaye leaned back a little as she looked up and watched him. Freaking tall people. Shortest one in the family and apparently shortest one on Twilight Zone Island, other than the kids.

"Jaye Tyler. Welcome to Twilight Zone Island. You can never leave. There's people from books and movies and TV shows running around. No, you're not dreaming and no, you're not crazy and no, we don't have a lot of good alcohol around here so share?" She finished with something that might have looked endearing when she was four, but didn't have the same punch twenty years later.

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:03:58 UTC
Gene eyed her suspiciously, taking another swig and then finally holding the flask out to her in offering.

"If I'm drunk, I don't reckon I want to know what you're on, love," he said gruffly. "Twilight Zone my arse."

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drama_maureen April 24 2008, 23:01:51 UTC
Maureen, who had been playing pool (or rather, practicing pool, since she wasn't actually playing with anyone), hadn't heard the guy on the couch come in, or sit down, so looked a bit startled when she glanced up upon hearing the voice.

She leaned over and shot the nine ball into the far corner pocket.

"Better keep an eye on the door, then," she said.

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:07:57 UTC
Gene turned at the sound of the woman's voice, looking her over without bothering to be subtle. He raised one brow as his eyes lingered on the curve of her bum, and he glanced at the door once more before wandering over and taking the woman in his arms.

"If Bolly-Knickers turns up, she can just wait her bloody turn," he decided, talking to himself rather than the pool-playing vixen.

And just like that, he snogged her.

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drama_maureen April 24 2008, 23:12:34 UTC
So, granted, Maureen was ninety-nine percent of the time up for a good kiss, usually without much regard who it was coming from. However, 1) there was usually some sort of introduction involved first, and 2) the guy tasted like a brewery.

Still, she could think of worse mistakes one could make than being overwhelmed with the urge to make out with her, so she didn't slap him or anything, just pulled away and put her hands on his shoulders, holding him at arm's length.

"Easy there, sugar. Whatever you've on, I think I want some."

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:29:46 UTC
"Whatever I'm on?" Gene repeated, letting her go and scowling. "I'll have you know, Gene Hunt is never 'on' anything, love."

It was about then that he realized he wasn't dreaming, and he frowned as he dug his flask out of his pocket. Someone must have slipped him something while he wasn't looking. "Where am I?" he asked gruffly, taking a swig from his flask.

He paused for a moment, and then belatedly dug out his badge as well, flashing it at her before he started poking around.

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palmthemoon April 24 2008, 23:07:30 UTC
"Yeah, I'll be right back," Shadow called over his shoulder as he stepped into the rec room, pool cue still in hand. Maybe him and Rollie's attempt to teach Karen to play pool wasn't as successful as it could be, she was still shorter than all the sticks, but they were getting a decent game out of it.

He stopped up short, managing not to run into the guy, and put his hands up. "Sorry, excuse me."

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:26:30 UTC
No Drake, no knockers either. It took less than a moment for Gene to realize he wasn't dreaming, and he growled gruffly as he grabbed the man and attempted to shove him against the wall.

"Who are you, and where am I?" he asked with a deep growl.

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palmthemoon April 24 2008, 23:50:31 UTC
Oh, this was how it was going to go.

Great.

Shadow let himself get pushed back toward the wall a step or two before setting his weight. His hand stayed at his side but the pool cue was still there as he raised an eyebrow at the guy and said, calmly, "This is all going to go a lot better if you get your hands off me."

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im_the_sheriff April 24 2008, 23:56:29 UTC
"You threatening me?" Gene asked with a glare. "Because that would not be wise. I'm a DCI, which is a nice way of saying 'Armed Bastard'. Now you tell me where I am, or I'll shove my foot so far up your arse that you'll be choking on my loafers! Are we clear?"

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