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This place is complete bullshit. Every time I try using this crap 'technology' it up and breaks like the useless junk it is. And if one more bloke tries copping a feel of my arse, I'm locking the whole bloody city up. You hear me, brat? You're whole bloody city, nicked. Don't think I won't.

And Tyler. You and I need to talk.

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You think she's gonna actually listen to that, Tyler?

Not with you holding her to whatever you said.

I'm not. She wasn't supposed to go after those bastards in the first place. It was hot air, Tyler. I'm not daft enough to send a skirt into something like that, especially a strip of a girl.

Then tell her that. I don't know what you said, but she doesn't want to back down from it. She thinks you mean it. Tell her it's off.

And have her think I'm backing down? I don't think so. Just tell her to keep her bum out of trouble.

You're going to let your arrogance get a little girl killed? Nice one, Guv.

I'm not gonna let the girlie die, Tyler. I'm not that stupid. [frowns, swirling about his whisky] She listens to you, anyway. You tell her.

I'll do a lot of things for you, Guv, but I'm not going to call off your deals for you. Or are you too afraid to back down?

I am not afraid, and don't you dare say otherwise.

Then man up and call it off.

[stares at him, silent a long time, then runs a hand over his face] Fuck. [takes a long drink, swaying some more] Fine. I'll tell the brat to stop. I don't need anymore blood on my hands.

Good. [tops off Gene's glass]

I shouldn't get drunk. I get tired when I'm hammered. [a pause] And if I don't get tired, back things happen. [pushes his own glass a bit away, but doesn't move to get up]

[casually pushes his glance back at him and tops it off] Nothing bad happens when you get pissed, Tyler. You might miss the loo, but that's about as bad as it gets. You're not quitting on me now. I'm not pissed enough. I can still tell if I'm seeing straight or not.

[takes a very small sip] There's a list of stupid things I've done while drunk - which I don't intend on reciting, by the way - and I don't want to add to it. As is, taking a kip on your shoulder is the least stupid thing I'd do if I got pissed now.

You take a kip on me and you'll wake up with a broken nose. [frowns, staring at his drink] What's the most stupid thing you'd do? You've got me curious.

Dunno. I could... wander off, find the Master, and accidentally end up in his loving ownership. ...Though, he'd probably pawn me off to the one Doctor. So maybe it's not that stupid. [tilts his head to the side] I might get Diva really angry, and she could torture me to death. [tilts his head to the other side] Doing stupid things here seems more dangerous than it is back home.

You go near that bastard and I'll break more than your nose. You keep away from him, you hear me? I won't have my team putting themselves in that kind of danger. [glares drunkenly] Don't trust those Doctor blokes much more than those murdering bastards, either. Diva's that bird from France, isn't she? The hell could she do to you? [frowns deeper] Maybe. Don't mean you can't get good and pissed with me, though.

You do 'protective' pretty funnily - pretty - your version of 'protective' makes me laugh. And I trust the Doctors. They're good people. I think. They're nice to me, anyway. [takes another drink, though he's still playing it conservative] Diva could probably rip me from limb to limb. But she won't. I hope.

I'm DCI. It's my job to look out for my team. I'm not 'protective.' [snorts] Anyone who makes a habit of hanging out with those... 'Master' blokes is no one I'd trust. Least that new Doctor has the sense to keep the hell away from them. [is well beyond playing it conservative, though when did anything Gene Hunt did fall under conservative?] Little bird like that? You're drunker than you think, saying shit like that.

Well, one of them's in love with his Master. So it's not his fault. [definitely drunker than he thinks. And the more drunk he gets, the less conservative he gets with his alcohol. Ahh, the irony] No, she's a vampire. She drinks people's blood.

Bloody bum bandits. [obvious disdain here] Ignoring the fact it's two blokes -- well, no, because that's just bleedin' disgusting -- those bastards don't deserve love. Stupid gits. [is more than supportive of Sam's lack of conservatism] Vampires don't exist, you nonce.

[shoves him lightly] There's nothing wrong with being gay. It's not disgusting. It's a valid way to live and love. [takes another drink] And there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Guv, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

[wobbles on his chair and almost falls, sloshing whisky all over] There's everything wrong with it, Tyler. 's unnatural and nasty. Blokes aren't supposed to love blokes, not like that. [pours himself some more drink, missing the glass a bit because his hands are shaky] All I give a shit about is my philosophy, Tyler. It's worked fine so far.

It is not. 's not like it's a choice. I mean, who'd choose to suffer the sort of shit people like you put gay people through? So if two men or two women are in love, then they're lucky than most've the world out there, and they deserve that happiness. [nudges Gene's glass over so that more whisky gets in] You don't have a philosophy. You just have gut instinct and the series of biases and prejudices you've built up in forty years.

Don't talk about it like you know how it feels, Tyler. Being a faerie's as much a choice as being a copper. One's just better than the other. Love's overrated anyway. Just leaves you arguin' more than anythin' else. [didn't notice and so doesn't much care, though he does take his drink in hand sooner, downing half of it quick as you please. not like he can feel it anymore] And was wrong with that? 's better than anything you've got.