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When Gene comes in tonight, he looks cheerful enough. As usual, he heads straight for the bar and orders a pint with a whiskey chaser. He's a bit thrown when he gets a napkin instead.
'...you what?'
Another napkin, which says much the same thing.
'Not on your bloody life, luv.'
Yet another, with the same polite request and, just maybe, a mention of the fact that he has yet to pay a single ha'penny over the bar and this place isn't free. It draws him up short, and is followed by another asking if he had enjoyed his spell being Bound. A suspicious-minded person - which of course, he is - may well take it as something like a threat.
'...I dunno how.'
Its a weak and surly reply and gets another note that makes him roll his eyes, take his coat off and roll up his sleeves.
SPECIALS
Boddingtons
Poncy French Lager
Scotch
'Apparantly, it's 'appy hour. Well, you c'n bring yer own bloody 'appiness and buy me a pint while yer at it. Order somethin' stupid an' I'll kick ya out the door.
Bar's open.'
[Tiny Manc Lion tag: Gene Hunt
Tiny tag with an assumed name: Moist von Lipwig
Posh mouthy tag: Alex Drake]
[OOC: 03:15 and I'm out for the night. Thanks for brilliant threads everyone, I've had a blast! Will pick everything up tomorrow.]