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[didorothy]

[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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[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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?

[didorothy]

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]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

The hell's that last one supposed to be?

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

... 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?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[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.

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

[nods] Didn't realise.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[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.

[didorothy]

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

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

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?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I don't intend to. You played guitar? Don't seem the sort. [buuut he's grabbing his coat and getting ready to leave] After you, Dorothy.

[didorothy]

Well it wasn't much, just something I did in high school. Stopped by the time I became detective. [pulls on his jacket, buttons it up, straightens out the sleeves, and only then walks out the door]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[snorts] Gotta thank someone for that, then. [and follows him out]

[didorothy]

[for that comment, casually shoves Gene away from him, into a wall, and keeps on walking]