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[Gene appears, a sandwich stuffed into his mouth, a cig in his other hand. he may or may not have stolen said food from a suspect currently being held at CID. he'll never admit it if you ask, anyway. at any rate, he's grinning maniacally from behind his sammich] Gene Genie: 1. Scum: nicked.

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Nicked the bastard stealing from some local pubs.

Congratulations! Ah, why was he stealing from the pubs, though?

Wanted money to buy himself some drugs, the piece of shit.

Oh, drugs? I never understood that. Why would you poison yourself, I mean~ Because they know what it is, and yet...

Well, that's even better. Hopefully being in jail will make him quit~ Or die. Either way.

Most of 'em get drawn in by other scum before they realise what's going on. And quite frankly, they can all die for all I care.

Ah, that's so mean~ {It doesn't sound like she cares though} What other kind of people does Gene arrest? Well, I mean, is it a lot of drug users, murders, robbers, that kind of thing.

Mainly, yeah. That's what CID specialises in. Take in the occasional petty crook if it's got some connection to something bigger, but it's mainly the big scum.

Anything particularly interesting lately, or is that a secret?

It's been quiet the last week. Wouldn't mind it staying that way.

Ah, that's good. Your work is dangerous, or so I assume. It must be nice to have a break!

[laughs] If that's what you wanna call it, yeah.

Well, if it's quiet, then that's like a break, right?

Yeah, guess it is.

Well, since you're on break...

Sam mentioned something to me the other day~ You like to drink, is that right?

's a bit of a pasttime of mine, yeah.

Then let's have a drinking contest~! Since you're not busy or anything, it'd be kind of fun, don't you think? Ah, and I could provide any type that you'd like, of course.

[looks her up and down] Drinking contest, with a little bird like you? You sure you can handle it, missy? And I'm a whisky bloke. Though if you've got some Party Seven I'm up for that.

{Winks} Of course! Don't be mad if I win, though. ♥

But sure, I can definitely get whiskey. Though, Party Seven might be a little harder, but I'll try.

You're not gonna win, missy. But all right, whisky's fine.

Alright then, you can wait a little bit right? I'll go buy some at home and bring it back.

No hurry, luv.

{Nods with a smile before poof, she's gone. It takes her some time to get just the kinds she wants, but in that indeterminate time, she returns with three bottles in hand. It's quite possible that the three bottles cost more than most people would even consider spending on alcohol at all, but when taste is important, Diva won't spare an expense.)

I hope these are alright, Gene. Ne, I looked for Party Seven, but I couldn't find it.

[impressed whistle] You're either married to a rich bloke or shagging one to get that stuff. Not a problem at all, though. I might have a Party Seven lying around, hold up. [disappears a moment, returning later with a canister of Party Seven lofted mightily over his head in victory] Now we're talking!

Neither, really. My Chevalier are very successful people, so money isn’t a problem at all~♥ This gown cost about 4000£ when I was in London a while ago, I believe... They’re really more like…family. I’m single. {Smiles pleasantly} Then I noticed a bar here. That seems like a better place to have a drinking contest, ne?

No bloke buys a bird that kinda clothes if he isn't getting something in return. [nods sagely, for this are trufax] And bar's as good a place as any for a drinking contest. So long as you've got a safe place to pass out, really.