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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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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.

{Diva doesn't comment on that first part. Her sex life is private. Or private enough.} Alright then! {To the bar, then?}

[it wouldn't matter anyway, as the Guv is pretty staunch in his beliefs, misguided as they are] Lovelies first. [to the bar!]

{Once they're both there, Diva reaches behind the counter to grab two glasses} I'm assuming you like your whiskey straight?

You'd be correct. No sense in ruining the taste by adding shit to it. [quirks a brow] Know a thing or two about bartending, luv?

Oh, not really. {Opens a bottle, pouring him a glass first} I just spend time around people who like to drink, that's all. Amshel especially, though that man, Argiano, we've shared drinks a few times.

[nods, taking the glass appreciatively, and waits for her to set her own up] Hang around in enough pubs and you pick up a thing or two. Comes in handy for police work, as well. [lifts his glass] Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just 'cause you're a skirt, though, got it?

{Pours herself a glass} I would hope you wouldn't! That wouldn't be fair at all. Though, you certainly have some strange names for women, you know that?

{And done! Diva picks up her glass as she takes a seat with a smile} Cheers, Gene~

I don't go easy on anyone. 's against my principles. And what's so weird about calling you a plod?

[tips his glass to hers and takes his first drink] Cheers, luv.