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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[hello, Astral Plane. have a Gene Hunt. a very unhappy Gene Hunt. and he's every right to be, really! one of the scumbag child molesters he put away about six years ago is out on parole and there's whispers on the streets, but nothing even he can justify sending people out for. it's put him in quite the mood.

he's also rather peeved he's got a Cheetah person following him around, but let's not get into that

so! anyone who's interested? the Guv is currently sitting at the bar, which has been miraculously restocked since exploding, nursing a pint of bitter. because it's what he does]

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is always interested in you, Gene]

You're never in a good mood, are you?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You never shut up, do you?

[didorothy]

[seriously, '73 is making an alcoholic out of Sam. Asking to sit is for pansies - Sam just gets his own glass of whisky and takes a seat beside his Guv.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[pfft, it's not alcoholism. it's male bonding. c'mon, Sam, get it right. as it is, though? Gene is pretty intent on getting pissed. but not before a talk]

You got some time?

[madamemoiselle]

{Sits down next to him, glancing over curiously} Ne, what's wrong Gene?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Don't see how that's any of your business, luv.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[And Donna seats herself with Gene] Don't suppose you've got a pint for me?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

For you, luv? Always. [pours her a glass]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's here, looking for her map. She heads straight for the bar, lost in thought and completely oblivious to his presence.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[sees her, frowning, uncertain, then calls out] Oi! Get your ass over here.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Wanders in, ducks behind the bar and examines the bottles with interest.] I've nary a clue what most of this is.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

It's the best bloody bitter in this place, that's what. Have a drink, luv.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Approaches. Cautiously. Because unhappy Gene is unpredictable.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[this is true! but you're one of his team, so he grunts and nods and offers you a glass, Annie] How's your aunt doing now?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[cautious Doctor approaches!] Everything all right?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[snorts] Don't see how that's any of your business.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Glances around the bar curiously] I suppose this is one of the places father was always sneaking off to.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[watches her] Yeah? Who's your pops, then?

[contract_star]

[Is just sort of wandering, looking a bit preoccupied with something himself, when he spots Gene. He stops and stares for a moment, and opens his mouth as if to say something. But then he moves to walk away.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[oh, I don't think so] Where do you think you're going?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It's a kitty, hopping onto the bar and pacing along it's length.] Trailing the music-box hunter, the gathering dark, waiting for the music to stop.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Oi! Cat! Get the hell off that.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[After the excursion into Yuri's head, a very tired-looking Firo needs a drink. He ducks under the bar and pulls one of the dusty bottles he brought himself when he tried to fix the place up.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gives him a look, but makes room for him] You look like you got hit by a truck.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[hops onto the nearest bar stool and gives him a cheery wave]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gives him a blank look] The hell you so happy for?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[have a late Doctor?]

Problem?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[late is cool!]

Bit, yeah. Nothing I need your help with, though.