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[themanclion]

'Blimey.'

It's been a while since he was here, from this decade at least. He thinks that the place really needs to pick her timing a bit better, as he was all fired up for his grand return to CID. But when he tries the door, it won't open so it looks like he's in for a drink at least.

''ave it your way,' he sighs, and goes to prop up one end of the

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[lady_bols]

Alex settles next to him, still moving gingerly. Three months in a hospital bed without so much as a good stretch is not her idea of a lovely holiday. She feels like she's eighty years old. Everything still aches.

It takes her a moment to arrange her legs on the barstool, and she bumps into his shoulder, leans heavily for a moment before righting herself.

"You know, the house red here isn't rubbish. Or so I've heard."

[themanclion]

'Still won't beat a pint.'

He orders her a bottle of it.

'Eat somethin' before you polish it off.'

[lady_bols]

"Ugh. Food."

She pulls a face. And then after a moment, leans across to pull up a menu.

And catches sight of herself in the mirror behind the bar.

Her hand comes up to drag her fingers through her hair.

Short. Straight. Almost modern. Huh.

"Well, that's new."

[themanclion]

'What is?'

No, he's serious.

Luckily, her hand gives him a clue.

'Oh righ'. New haircut.'

He sniffs. This could be approval, or disapproval. He doesn't imagine she cares one way or the other and it certainly makes no odds to him.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is nearby, explaining to Alex why it's not a good idea to ram a plastic elephant into any part of the washing machine.

Alex is half listening, then spots Gene and bounces over, ignoring his father's gentle lecture.

"Evenin' guv." he says, in a passable Manchester accent, before returning to his usual Holby not-much-of-an-accent. "Look!"

He points to a sticker on his shirt.

"Hey Gene." Guppy follows.

[themanclion]

'Alrigh', Guppy.'

He leans down to examine the sticker up close.

'An' hello, Special-PC Fry. Been a long time. Wha's that you got there, mate?'

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's a sticker." Fry says. "For not biting the dentist."

He pulls it off and follows the letters with his finger.

"I... wuh ah suh... wazz... buh ruh ah vuh eh... burruvuh... tuh oh duh ah yuh... tuhodayuh."

"That's a good try Fry, it actually says 'I was brave today'." Guppy says.

[themanclion]

'You didn' bite him? Got one over on me, then.'

This is a lie.

Gene doesn't go to the dentist.

'Did he pull 'em all out? Let me see.'

[nitro_is_ace]

"It's comments like that what make a girl feel unloved." Ace drawls from a few tables away, looking up from her notebook.

((Ooc: now with 100% less flakiness.))

[themanclion]

'Oh no. I will have t'change my ways immediately.'

Really, you could cut glass with that sarcasm sometimes.

'Alrigh', Ace? Been a while.'

[OOC: Hee! Not even a problem. :)]

[nitro_is_ace]

"See that y'do. There'll be quarterly checkups." Ace snarks back, kicking out a chair for him. "Can't complain. The house is full of ridiculously fluffy puppies who haven't learned that hours when it's dark are supposed t'be quieter than the hours when the sun is up. I'm seekin' sanctuary."

[themanclion]

'Who's are they?'

Given her family situation, it's the politest way he can think of asking this. Because, y'know. Are they actual dogs or...the offspring of one of the werewolves? Could be on shaky territory here.

Also, he sits heavily and gestures a waitrat over. Conversations with Ace always require booze (but that's usually a good thing).

[braveomaticaya]

Things are bout to get kind of...stranger.

There's a very large--and by that we mean in the neighborhood of seven feet tall--blue and semi-feline humanoid in nothing but a loincloth and a neck ornament standing at the bar, tail lazily flicking around his ankles as he converses with the wood. There are several balls of different colors of string and fabric beside him.

[themanclion]

Gene's mouth may, in fact, be hanging slightly open.

To his immediate recall, this might be the first actual non-human he's seen in Milliways. That it's actually talking is incredible; what it actually is is...he has no idea.

'Oi.'

Yes, this is clearly the way to get the attention of an alien being.

'You, in the blue paint. This is a pub, not a bleedin' knittin' circle.'

[braveomaticaya]

Tsu'tey looks slowly over, ears flicking back like an angry cat.

"I am not knitting."

This is a simple answer to him, in fairly good English, albeit accented with an odd lilt from nowhere close to Earth. "And it is not paint."

[themanclion]

'Well, obviously.'

This comment makes logical sense to him, even after the original one.

'Wha's all that, then?' He's nodding at the string and fabric. 'Takin' lessons off Laura Ashley in how to redecorate your room Earth-style?'