And surely you’ll buy your pint cup! [And surely I'll buy mine!]

[didorothy]

[what do all responsible 70's cops do on New Years Eve? No bloody clue, because this is A Division's CID, and they are very hammered. Exempting Sam, of course. They are so hammered, indeed, that they are singing a rousing drunken rendition of Auld Lang Syne]

[seeing that Gene is the Guv and therefore Man of the Minute/Hour/Year/eternity, he's been elected to talk first. which is, of course, turning to Tyler and slapping him on the back. take note, Gene is well on his way to being completely and thoroughly pissed] Oi, Sammy-boy. I didn't hear you singing, you lousy fart.

[Sam's not drunk, because he's the Designated Driver. (He designated himself.)] Probably for the best, Guv. [after briefly considering telling Gene he's had enough, Sam opts to pull away from the group so he can just watch them in amusement]

[Ray is well on his way to being pissed as well, and tips back a pint] He'd probably sing it all wrong anyway. [because Ray apparently can't even be fully friendly on the holiday. oh well, at least he's trying to sound vaguely joking about it]

[The dorktastic Chris, meanwhile, is trying to fix some streamers with one hand while drinking from a pint in his other hand.] C'mon, boss. Can't just stay shut up. 's a holiday. 

Skelton's right. [makes his way (drunkenly) to where Sam tried getting away, finishing off yet another pint of his own and letting out a long belch] Carling, get me another. And if you're a member of this team, you're bloody well singing in the New Year, Gladys.

[Sam responds quite mulishly to (everything) emotional manipulation] Maybe I should apply for a transfer, then. I hear DCI Bell doesn't turn his team into a college fraternity on the night with the highest incidents of violent crime in the year.

Will do, Guv. [Ray completely ignores Sam in favour of getting Gene another pint]

[Chris pulls away from the streamers, looking pleased with himself and drinking some more. Then he turns to Sam.] It'll be all right. We do this every year.

[snorts, taking his glass from Ray] That's right. So either step up or you can join that precious statistic of yours.

[Sam just shakes his head] Not playing, Guv. Threaten all you like, but I’m not drunk enough. And I don’t intend on becoming that hammered, either. Someone has to drive.

[Ray smirks] Boss, if you do apply, tell me when it goes through. I'll throw you a goin' away party. [and with that said, he pulls himself a pint]

[Chris is back to ignoring all the bickering and looking at a bag, which he digs into. A moment later he pulls out a party popper.] Look, look, Ray. [Then he tugs on the string and makes it explode. He finds this exciting]

Look, Dorothy. I'll give you to the count of ten. If I don't hear you killing old women with your singing, you're gonna regret it. We understood?

[Sam takes a drink of his whisky] I'll spare you the embarrassment of stumbling after ‘one.’ One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Well, Guv?

[sniffs, downing his pint, then nods] Right, then. You asked for it. [reaches across the bar, grabs a bottle of bourbon, and nonchalantly opens it up over Sam's head]

[Sam jumps up in horror] You bastard!

(OOC: Threadhopping: expect it. Expect it wild and drunken and ridiculous.)

Comments

[gotitwrong]

[Ray is busy trying to defend his beer from Chris' explosive things filled with confetti] Chris, you great div, I said stop firin' them at me! You're gettin' it in me pint.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris has confetti in his hair, you know.] Sorry, Ray. Wasn't aiming for it. He reaches forward and tries to...dust off confetti from Ray's pint.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[snorts at Sam] Take it like a man, Gladys.

[didorothy]

And what would that be, in your Stone Age definition of things?

[Sam slams down his glass and steps forwards for a PUNCH TO THE FACE!]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is there for a moment, but leaves the Plane to return with a towel for Sam, drying him off with a frown. Also, she's speaking quietly.}

Ne, it really stinks. It's no good, Sam.

[didorothy]

You're bloody well right it isn't.

[growls slightly as he takes off his coat]

[opiumandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Lau is on the Plane for once without his opium. He's outnumbered here after all~! So instead of smoking he's just watching the four cops with that smile of his. He's clearly amused at their antics, though he doesn't jump in to bother any of them unless they happen spot him first.]

[didorothy]

[spots Lau and raises an eyebrow]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Oi, 's you again. [Chris raises his pint.] Doing all right?

[contract_star]

[Drunken revelry is the LAST thing Hei wants when he's anemic and still having trouble staying awake. Plus he's pretty sure he set Ray on fire that one time. So he'll be trying to hide as soon as he sees the party.]

[opiumandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Hei, but Lau spots you - ]

Married Man~! I didn't expect to see you here at all.

[didorothy]

[dried off by now]

Hei, I need a word.

[mercwamouth]

I smell booze.

[gotitwrong]

's a pub, what else would it smell like? [Ray grins]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

And confetti.

[didorothy]

So do I.

[oh god his shirt is ruined]

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

{House is standing over to the side where people can't like, kick his cane, just watching and mildly amused}

Nothing like alcohol to make stupid people even stupider.

[didorothy]

[not actually that cranky anymore]

Watch it, House, or you'll end up breaking your neck on a fall from your high horse.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[There is a very tired kitty curled up under one of the tables, doing her best to ignore the festivities. That becomes much more difficult when a CRACKER GOES OFF RIGHT ABOVE HER HEAD. She shoots out and crashes into the nearest set of legs, which happen to be Sam's.]

[didorothy]

[WHY THE LEGS OH GOD! At least Sam can balance himself on the bar]

Cy?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Was just passing by, but the sounds of carousing caught his attention and oh my lord he's just staring and wondering to leave or laugh his ass off awhile.]

[contract_star]

...You're here?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She was looking for Hei (read: stalking him like a worried waifu). Now she is looking for an exit. THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF DRINKING MISAKI TAKES PART IN. When she takes part in drinking at all.]

[contract_star]

[Hei sees her but doesn't know what to do :\]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Is it New Years already, then?

[gotitwrong]

Aye. [Ray tips back his pint]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[looks at the entire scene, particularly Sam - feeling a little bad for confusing him with the Master, although the resemblance is still a bit unsettling, despite the differences. his attention does shift however, and now he's a little more interested in whatever else is in that bag that Chris is holding]

[didorothy]

[hesitantly]

Doctor?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha watches from a distance, a bit bemused by all the revelry - luckily, she remembers Sam, so she's not inclined to, you know, try and kill him because he looks like the Master. She flinches when the popper goes off, though; automatic reflexes to loud noises and all that.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray, beersoaked, drunk, and covered in confetti, notices that flinch. in response, he sets off another one, because he is a dick and enjoys the suffering of others]

(consider this permission to threadhop me!)

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two arrives wearing a long, formal trenchcoat when he spots that friend of Ray's (Chris, that is, not that Two knows either of their names). He approaches the shorter man from behind, entering what most would consider their personal space, and clears his throat loudly in an obvious call for attention.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris is still chugging from his pint, pretty far gone by now, but hey at least he's not puking yet. He looks up from his delicious booze when he hears the sound and that's when fun time ends.] ...Hell do you want? [Excuse that slurring, he's trying to focus.]