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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.

{Diva takes a drink as well with a half shrug} It's rude, that's all~ A little, anyways.

[gives her a look like 'the hell you talking about, I'm not rude' because Gene is a product of his time and sexism is pretty abundant. he's also a prick]

{Giggles} Just kidding~ Or, mostly. It's still the 70s at "home" for Gene, right?

[he's trying not to think you're insane, Diva] 1973, Manchester, yeah. Best damn place in the world.

Well, you and I are from different times, that's all. It's 2006 at my "home". Ah, well, I was awake during that time too, but I was in Vietnam. All the way across the world from Manchester, I'm afraid. {Takes another drink}

[snorts derisively] From the future, huh? 'Hyde' again, then? [shakes his head, finishing off his whisky and pouring himself another] Never got a chance to fight in the war, you know. My City's too important to go traipsing after chinks and other yellow, slanty-eyed gits right now, but I wanted to fight, back when it mattered. Was too young, though. Never got a chance. [shrugs] Ah well. So you were in 'nam? Which side?

It's not the future for me, but I don't know what you mean by "Hyde".

The chinks and slanty-eyed gits, as you call them. I spent 1972 away from all the fighting, but 73 and 74, I had a false name and was listed as a combatant. That man...ah...Nguyễn Văn Thiệu, he thought it would be better for me to be more involved instead of just being a figurehead. I didn't much care for him. People in that kind of power...{Sigh} I'm not sure, they're not very nice people. Ah, but the soldiers were nice enough! It seemed like they just wanted to protect their home more than anything.

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It doesn't matter. Don't worry your pretty little head over it.

Those soldiers were still fighting for communism. They deserved to have their homes burned to the ground.

{She finishes off her glass, pouring herself another as well.} But that's a book, right? Jekyll and Hyde, I think it is?

...Communism? What's that?

Not talking about the book. Don't care about those.

You know. Commie pinko bastards? Take away the power of the people? Russians?