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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Nelson has long since closed the bar so the Guv is sitting at CID, on the wrong side of the Lost and Found table, the floor littered with beer cans and empty whisky bottles, a pile of used cigs crowding the table. for the most part, he's just got his head in his hands, but he does, on occasion, get up to pace, or punch the wall or, like this time, shove the table halfway across the room, spilling its surface contents across the floor when it overturns]

Fuck. Fuck. Bloody fucking hell!

[and proceeds to punch the wall some more in-between binge drinking]


[ooc: Ref: here]