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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the infirmary, tidying. It's amazing how many of those condoms were still lurking around.

He pauses to instruct Work Experience Waitrat on which of the gloves they need more of.

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[cheeky_bugger]

Guppy will very shortly find himself with a few visitors, who definitely look like they've seen better days.

Travis is still trying to use his shirt to keep his face clean, but all it seems to be doing is making a bigger mess.

[themanclion]

Gene's bleeding from a cut across one cheekbone and from the mouth and...is complaining loudly all the way about how this is rubbish and stupid and is nothing a few shots of Scotch won't fix.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy looks over at them, and raises an eyebrow.

"Nice to see the Milliways Police Club Outing went so well." he says. "Gene, bed one, Travis, bed three." To Belar. "Who was winning?"

[alorn_bear]

"Couldn't really tell, but I had to turn Gene's weapon of choice into a frog before he hit anybody with it," says the bear. "Don't expect a lot of answers from Travis there, by the way."

[cheeky_bugger]

That earns the giant bear a very annoyed look.

No. Don't expect much from him at all.

He does follow directions, though, and sits down on the bed.

[themanclion]

And Gene snickers, much like a twelve year old looking at Page 3 might. And then shoots Guppy a Look, as he pulls a cigarette from his jacket and lights it.

'I'm not here t'see you. He,' he jerks his head at Belar, 'tol' me to come. I don' need lookin' at.'

[guppy_sandhu]

"Woah, Gene, no!"

Guppy moves swiftly over.

"There's an oxygen tank a foot away from you." he says, before yoinking the cigarette out of his hand and putting it straight in the sink. "Unless you want third degree burns as well."

A nod to Belar. "I don't think either of them are going anywhere. Does Security want them when they're done?"

[alorn_bear]

"Eh. Travis here's been punished already, and frankly, when a guy gets jumped out of nowhere in the Bar I don't really see the point in celling him for fighting back unless he causes permanent damage. I'll put Travis' voice back when he's had some time to learn his lesson. Unless you need me for something else, I'm gonna go finish my beer."

[cheeky_bugger]

Travis laughs, slightly choked, at Gene's cigarette being taken away, but his mood sobers rather quickly when Belar starts to talk.

Wait, what? He just has to stay with this stupid voice? Hell. No.

[themanclion]

Gene glares at Guppy as his cigarette is taken away. OK, so he has a point but it doesn't, in his mind, outweigh his need for a nicotine fix.

In direct opposition to Travis's reaction though, he cheers up immensely when Belar speaks. His look at Travis reeks of Smug.

'Too right.'

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy nods to Belar.

"If they kick off I'll stun gun them and come find you." he says.

Then he gloves up. He gets some sterile gauze and gives it to Travis.

"Hold that on the wound."

Then he goes to check Gene over first.

[cheeky_bugger]

Travis grumbles lightly and holds the gauze against his head on the left side.

His shirt, he decides, is a lost cause, and is starting to just feel disgusting, so he manages to take it off without upsetting any of his injuries.

He doesn't even care what Gene has to say about this.

[themanclion]

Gene tuts and looks away, but not before getting a look at the man's tattoo.

'Bloody hell. You one of them pot-smokin' hippies as well as a woofter?'

Because seriously, he can't see why anyone not high would do that to themselves.

And as Guppy moves closer, he calmly takes a step back, keeping his weight off the leg that Travis kicked the knee of.

'I told ya. I don' need lookin' at.'

There's an air of finality in his tone that suggests Guppy needs to think again before trying to get too near him with any of his futuristic machines.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I know you did." Guppy says. "Your appearance suggests otherwise. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. But if you go around walking on that knee without getting it sorted out, you're probably going to do permanent damage.

Now sit down and hold this on your face." he says, handing him some gauze.

Glancing at Travis. "I'm not taking sides, this is just triage."

More to the point, Gene is going to wander off if he doesn't do him first, and isn't likely to seek help if he needs it.

"Either of you get knocked out?"

[cheeky_bugger]

"FUCK YOU!" Travis quacks at Gene.

Yeah, okay. So he does care what Gene says.

He pulls the gauze away to see if the bleeding's stopped. It apparently hasn't, so he puts it back.

[themanclion]

'Shut it, Daffy. An' mind your bloody language.'

He takes the gauze and sits down. He can't afford to have a permanently damaged knee so he'll take it for now but he's about to bolt if anything weird appears.

'I smacked 'im with a glass ashtray,' he offers, after a beat. 'In th' head. He wasn' knocked out though.'

More's the pity.