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[armed_guv]

Who: The guv (open)
Where: The boozer.
What: getting drunk enough for this shit.

Gene sits by the bar, sporting a nosebleed.

Bloody fancy UFO gadgets. Bloody know it all barman. Gene had considered it his moral duty to wipe the smile off the smug git's face. Condecending bastard.

Still, the guy had a bloody fine left hook on him, for a drug induced

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[insidethepalm]

Emma ignores this guy for the most part, ordering her drink, tapping her fingers, until she points at him. "You should get that looked at. Or at least clean it up."

C'mon, ew. :|

[armed_guv]

Gene makes a show of fishing a hanky out of his pocket and dabbing at his nose.

"Bit of the red stuff too much for you?" he mutters, then looks up. "You'll catch yer death wearing that, luv."

[insidethepalm]

"I see blood daily." Emma shrugs. "Doesn't mean it's enjoyable to look at. Plus the vampire kid might smell you."

She sips at her drink. "And there are far worse ways to go than because of my clothing."

[di_oftheyear]

Sam walks into the pub, a moment later noticing Gene was there too, and takes a seat next to him. And then lays his forehead down on the counter, because this? Was a bit too much.

Because the Master, the godforsaken bloody Master looked like him.

But more importantly than the psychological issues he must have - if his own mind combined his own looks with the idea of an insane character from the telly - was the fact that he didn't have any alcohol in him. Lifting his head, he looks over to Gene, only then realizing the other had a bloody nose, "The 'ell 'appened to you?"

[armed_guv]

Gene sniffs.

"I was just 'aving a word with Florence 'ere" he indicates the barman. "About his TV-phone wotsit."

Gene pours from his bottle of scotch into a glass and slides it to Sam, procedeing to swig from the bottle.

"There y' go, Gladys."

[di_oftheyear]

Figures he'd go and get himself into a bar fight with the barman, but at least he wasn't kicking Gene out. "Yeah? Modern technology worth getting hit for?"

Sam shrugs when the glass is offered to him, "Thanks." He takes the glass and knocks back as much of it as possible before having to put the glass down. And then proceeds to make a face, seeing as he's not one to normally drink quickly, but there he is waving for the barman for more.

[armed_guv]

"I got no problem with 'modern technology'," Gene says. "I put one of them devices of yours in the ladies room at the Oxford. You'd be bloody amazed what birds talk about when they've got their knickers down."

Gene spends altogether too long reading the label on the bottle. It's a clear sign he's not happy with the situation. Lost might be one way to describe it.

"So who's the bloke in the flash suit who fancies hi'self a bit too much? Yer twin or summat?"