The Gene Genie, lives on his back...

[im_the_sheriff]

Finishing his drink, Gene spared the newspaper clipping on his wall one last glance before getting to his feet and pulling his jacket back on. The lights flickered off behind him and he straightened his tie as he stepped out of his office. Everyone else was already off having a plonk, and he refused to sit behind his desk and mope about Sam-bloody-

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[drama_maureen]

Maureen, who had been playing pool (or rather, practicing pool, since she wasn't actually playing with anyone), hadn't heard the guy on the couch come in, or sit down, so looked a bit startled when she glanced up upon hearing the voice.

She leaned over and shot the nine ball into the far corner pocket.

"Better keep an eye on the door, then," she said.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen smiled gratefully and then took a long drag. "Now I guess I should warn you that these are quite the commodity around here. You may want to ration."

[im_the_sheriff]

"What, like in prison?" Gene asked, scowling slightly as he watched her smoke. "Bollocks," he muttered.