The Gene Genie, lives on his back...

[im_the_sheriff]

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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[drama_maureen]

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.

[im_the_sheriff]

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.

[drama_maureen]

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."

[im_the_sheriff]

"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.

[drama_maureen]

"I'll settle for what's in the flask," Maureen offered cheerfully, figuring that whatever it was, it had to be better than moonshine. He looked like a smoker, too.

"And I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you're on an island in the middle of nowhere. I'm Maureen, by the way, and you might not be a bad kisser if you weren't so drunk... Officer."

[im_the_sheriff]

"Detective Chief Inspector," Gene corrected. "DCI Gene Hunt," he said, watching her for a moment and then offering her the flask.

"Am I dead then?" he asked, not sounding too bothered by the idea. "I always knew I'd die on a pub floor, can't think of many better ways to go. Well, alright, I can think of several, but since my trousers are still on, I know that's not how it ended."

[drama_maureen]

"Nah, you're not dead," she said. "Or if you are, then we all are and no one's figured it out yet. People just show up here out of the blue - poof! There you are, on the couch. Or on the beach, or in the kitchen..."

She took a swig from the flask. It wasn't her usual sort of drink, but at least it was real liquor. She sighed contently and handed it back to him.

[im_the_sheriff]

Gene didn't buy a word of that, and even though he couldn't explain what had happened himself, he refused to believe he'd simply 'appeared'.

"Listen, jammy knickers, people don't just turn up places. There has to be... events what lead up to appearing. Between that couch and Luigi's bar someone moved me."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen shrugged. "Yeah? Well, it wasn't me. You look a little too heavy for me to throw over my shoulder."

[im_the_sheriff]

"Never said it was," Gene replied simply, staring at her breasts for a moment, and then pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen started to say something about how he shouldn't be smoking inside, but it wasn't like she minded, and besides...

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you carte blanche to stare at my tits if you give me a cigarette."

[im_the_sheriff]

"If that's you're idea of negotiations, petal, you're doing it all wrong," Gene assured her, holding up another cigarette in show.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen rolled her eyes. "What do you suggest?" She reached for the smoke.

[im_the_sheriff]

"Nothing," Gene said honestly, letting her take the cigarette. "I was just wondering if you'd slap me for suggesting you ought to give me more."

[drama_maureen]

"Hell, Gene, I already refrained from slapping you for kissing me, I think you already owe me one," she said. "Maybe if I burn through this one I'll offer to flash you. Got a light?"

[im_the_sheriff]

"Always," Gene replied simply, pulling out his lighter and flicking it so he could light her cigarette for her.