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-
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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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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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"You smell like a fucking bar," she said, eyebrows arched. "Tell me you brought liquor."
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"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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"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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"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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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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"Who are you then?" he asked, pulling his flask from his pocket and taking a swig.
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"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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"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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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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"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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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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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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He stopped up short, managing not to run into the guy, and put his hands up. "Sorry, excuse me."
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"Who are you, and where am I?" he asked with a deep growl.
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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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