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[Suffering severe trauma leads to taking an holiday. Taking an holiday leads to intense boredom. And intense boredom leads to ~~the Dark Side~~ Sam Tyler in a waist apron]

Fumie, we're having pasta alla carbonara tonight.

And, uh, if anyone else is hungry... I have a lot of spare time right now. [muttered] Can't believe the satellite and the internet went out at the same time...

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Don't be stupid. Alcohol and bickering? We're making progress! Status quo ante, here we come.

And how am I supposed to know you aren't just lying to cover your own arse, same as you were when you were pushing yourself too hard?

Trust me, Guv. I've learned my lesson about that. If it's too much, I'll let you know.

[pours some more whisky and then slams it down, then looks over at Gene]

Hey, want to go out somewhere tonight?

You better. [watches him, taking a drink himself, then quirks a brow] Are you asking me out on a date, Gladys?

[snorts] I like my jaw where it is, thank you very much.

[can't help it and laughs, too] Pub okay, or you lookin' for a change in scenery?

Actually, I would like something new. Don't suppose we have any good clubs not run by crime lords?

None that I've been to. [finishes his whisky and slams it down on the table good-naturedly, clapping his hands as he's wont to do] First time for everything, right?

I'm starting to believe that there might well be. [stands and starts putting everything away, humming "I Want To Hold Your Hand," as the Doctor got it stuck in his head]

[hums along a few bars then makes a face] You ass, now it's stuck in my head.

What would you prefer, "Lovely Rita"? "Blackbird"? "Venus and Mars"?

The hell's that last one supposed to be?

's a Wings song. You know, "Venus and Mars are all right tonight"?

[he's gone back to thinking you're insane, Sam]

... It's a song!

[grabs his glasses, slipping them on, and does a search for the song. Downloads it, then tugs the glasses off, sets them on the table, and presses play so Gene can hear]

See?

[now he knows you're daft, Sam, but listens anyway (cause he can't, well...not, and shakes his head] Never heard that song in my life, Tyler. Think your holiday's gone to your head.

It's a real song. Mum used to play it when - ... oh.

...this one of those things from Hyde, then?

[nods] Didn't realise.

[quirks a brow, then shrugs] Go ahead and turn it up. 'sn't bad, really.

R---yeah? Yeah, sure. [turns the volume up accordingly~]

[and enjoys the music! you can't say Gene doesn't hate everything from 'Hyde,' Sam~] Gotta give you credit, Tyler. You've got decent taste in music.

[Well Sam's from Hyde, so he'd hope not] I'm flattered, Guv.

[pfft] Don't make a habit of it, Tyler.

Don't make an habit of liking my music. [plays with the glasses until he gets "Wish You Were Here" on] Loved that album. Pink Floyd. [smiles distantly] "Shine On You Crazy Diamond," "Wish You Were Here," "Welcome to the Machine," and "Have a Cigar." Always skipped through the ending solo when I was younger, 'fore I got interested in guitar.

[looks up, dragging himself back to the present-past and wiping the smile off his face] Club then, yeah?