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[themanclion]

Gene had been told to stay off his injured knee for about five days. Of course, that meant that he'd ditched the crutches as soon as he got upstairs and had decided that the next morning was the perfect time to take himself horseriding again.

So the morning after that, when he couldn't walk on the thing at all and had run out of Scotch upstairs, it

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is observant. Also judgemental, but it's only because she cares!

"What did you do to yourself?"

[themanclion]

Gene pulls a face at her.

'Hardly did it to myself, did I?'

Only he sort of did this time. In a way.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is not above pulling faces back!

"Sorry, I'm sure you were sitting down, minding your own business and not doing anything at all. I should have known."

[themanclion]

He visibly huffs.

'Actually, that is what happened. I walked in an' bought a drink and some twat decided t'smack me in th' face.'

[riversinger]

"That time of year again, is it?" River settles into a seat at the bar with a bit of a sigh, dropping a shoulder bag on the floor beside her feet. She's a bit grimy around the edges, like she just arrived from somewhere that hadn't seen a good dusting in ages.

"Good heavens, what did you do to yourself and why haven't you seen a medic yet?"

[themanclion]

'I 'ave.'

He waves a hand vaguely at the crutch.

'Where d'you think I got this from?'

[riversinger]

"A barber surgeon, possibly." It takes both hands for her to brush her itinerant mane of curls back from her face, and she takes but a moment to tie it into a knot.

The fifty second century views soft tissue damage as a minor inconvenience, and slow healing as just as fraught with peril as gargling with cholera infested water.

"The last I'd heard, there was a ship's surgeon serving in the infirmary. Someone from a civilisation with faster than light travel. Or are you clinging to your primitive beliefs in the power of natural healing out of principle?"

[themanclion]

He glares at her.

'There's nothin' primitive about lettin' nature take its course. Anyway, it's nothin'. Nowt t'be done about it but let it sort itself out.'

[properpolice]

"..." It is just not Shaz's night. First green boys, then..

"Guv?" The WPC still hasn't decided if just sneaking away quietly wouldn't be a better idea.

[themanclion]

Gene looks at her. He looks at her quite hard.

She's only spoken one word but her accent is fairly unmistakable.

'...no,' he says, firmly.

'Not yet, at least.'

[properpolice]

Her expression fairly clearly expresses her wish that he stop being difficult. Chris gets this look an awful lot.

"Yes, sir." She sighs, not even making a stab at that. "When you are, the files for the Patterson case are on your desk. Rough day, sir?" She asks as she eases onto a barstool.

[themanclion]

OK, this is weird. She's obviously not the Drake bird. She's not CID. She's clearly a Londoner. Is she also really dense?

No one's mentioned any other women aroun' the office in London.

'I'm not the Guv you know,' he says, gruffly. 'So, well done on sortin' out the Patterson paperwork, whatever it bloody is, but I won' be seein' it for another eight years or so.'

He smiles sarcastically.

'Drink?'

[missginnytonic]

"Is this how we find out what you really think of us?"

[themanclion]

'Hadn't though' of it like that.'

This is the truth. But he likes the idea!

'Why? Are you worried I think you're a twat?'

[missginnytonic]

"What? Me? Never, I don't have that worry and if you do it cost me more to drink right?"

[themanclion]

'S'right.'

He doesn't think she's a twat, anyway. But it'd be no fun - and not at all manly - to tell her that outright.

'What're you havin'?'

[licensed_pro]

Charles considers both the sign and the man behind the bar.

"Scotch, please." If it's much trouble he can get it himself, but for now he'll settle for asking.

[themanclion]

Gene considers him right back, from behind a cloud of smoke and narrowed eyes.

Still, Scotch is no problem.

'Single? Double? Ice?'

[licensed_pro]

"Single, neat."

He's no cop, but he has learned in the course of his job to be comfortable with them, even if the vast majority seem to find his profession...questionable at best. (He'd like to point out that being an LC is, after all, completely legal.)

[themanclion]

Gene nods minutely, his lips in their customary pout. Charlie won't know this but that's his approving look. And it only takes a minute before he's sliding it over and getting one for himself.

'Who're you, then? Not seen you aroun' before.'