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[themanclion]

He'd been expecting this. He hasn't been able to go home (again) because of the state of his face (almost better but not quite) and he hasn't paid any cash money for his room and food...or drinks, which total more than the first two put together. So he just sighs when he gets the note and asks,

'Will this make us even?'

No reply from Bar. He could

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[weplayparts]

Saffron can read the specials board from where she's sitting, and she's not entirely inclined to approach on giving him first consideration.

But she's itching for a drink, and the only other way around it is ordering from the waitrats.

She approaches on silent feet, seating herself down at the end of the bar just as quietly, and doesn't draw any attention to herself by making sudden movements.

Just sits, leaning against the bartop, one foot idly swaying while the other rests on a low rung of the stool.

[themanclion]

He looks over to her eventually, a good two minutes after being aware that she sat down. There's a sniff and he straightens, wanders over with an impassive look on his face. When he's opposite her he just leans on the back of the bar and crosses his arms.

'What d'you want?'

[weplayparts]

He's over here a lot earlier than she expected.

She points to the specials board.

"Do I even get a choice?"

[themanclion]

'No.'

But he doesn't move.

'I'm just tryin' to decide whether you're worth serving at all.'

[interrogoiterum]

Renee is tired and in need of a shower and some sleep, in that order. But she still wants to grab something to drink before heading upstairsm and hey, she's not too grouchy to be sociable, right?

She even knocks her fedora back so her can see her face. "Guess a crem soda'd be too much to ask?"

[themanclion]

'Don' even know what it is, luv,' he says, without looking up from his paper (he's catching up on the football results).

'You can 'ave a beer, if you like.'

[interrogoiterum]

"Only if it's root or ginger."

i.e. no alcohol. "Just water'd be great. I'm parched."

[themanclion]

He snorts. Gene Hunt does not serve water. But he did say beer and ginger beer - while being poncey and crap - does have the word in its title.

And he doesn't know what root beer is, either. So she gets a bottle of ginger beer and even a glass.

'Busy day?'

[singintheoven]

Hedwig is feeling more like patron saint of the hungover today...or tonight? She doesn't know when it is, just that she is vaguely ambulatory and more or less dressed (in a feather-trimmed robe and slippers, but it's close enough). She's exhausted the possibilities of sleeping it off, and now takes a seat at the bar, trying not to smudge what's left of her makeup as she rubs her eyes.

[themanclion]

'Blood 'ell,' he says, glancing up from his paper.

'You look as rough as a badger's arse. Heavy nigh' on the Babycham?'

[singintheoven]

"Ever feel like," she says after a moment, "one of the seals of Revelation was inside your head and it just got opened? It's probably better that I don't remember last night. I don't think I want to know."

[themanclion]

Gene blinks at her.

'You what?'

Bzuh?

'If you're askin' if I know wha' its like to lose a few days to the beer, then yeah.'

Beat.

'Hair o'the dog?'

It's the best cure.

[rodrocks]

Rod walks up and reads the board. "Of the tab or off my person?"

[themanclion]

'Tab's nothin' t'do wi' me, mate.'

He barely glances up from his paper (he's reading the sport).

'Bar's asleep. Cash only.'

[rodrocks]

"Okay, I'll take what ever you giving but keep it under" he reaches in his pocket and pulls out some bills "Three hundred it's all I got."

[themanclion]

'Three hundred quid?'

Now he looks up, faintly incredulous.

'Can probably have whatever you want, for tha'.'

He straightens and reaches into the nearest fridge, pulling something out at random. It doesn't have a label that he can read or even recognise, but there are pictures of apples on it so he assumes it's cider.

'There y'are.'

[source_fairy]

"A random drink at random?" says the young woman who approaches the bar next.

She is wearing fake fairy wings, pink ends in her hair, several tons of make-up, black lacy clothes, and big stompy boots.

"Fun idea! I'll have one."

[themanclion]

Gene takes in her appearance with a faintly disbelieving air. He's still leaning on the bar, shoulders hunched over his paper.

'...alrigh'.'

He reaches out to the bottles behind the bar and plucks one without looking. It turns out to be pink, and gloopy, and smelling vaguely of strawberries.

'Dunno wha' it is but there ya go. Half price.'

[source_fairy]

"What is the full price?" Sirona asks.

[themanclion]

'No idea,' he replies, cheerfully.

'Why, you skint?'