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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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Everything is normal, ne?

If you mean you didn't mess anything up beyond repair, yeah. Would like to know why my wife insists I've either got amnesia or was looking for an excuse to divorce, though.

I stayed with Mu because she kept getting mad at me.

Didn't mess anything up there, then, no. Though I had to convince the team I hadn't suddenly become a lightweight like Tyler. Couldn't handle a little alcohol, girlie?

[makes a face] Sake is much better than British...whatever.

You're bloody kidding me.

I bet you've never even had it.

I've tried every type of alcohol you can imagine, girlie. Not my fault you gooks make piss-poor booze.

[hands on her hips] It's not my fault sake is too strong for you.

[aaaand he breaks out laughing at you, Fumie]

That isn't funny!

Sure it isn't, girlie. Just keep telling yourself that.

I bet you couldn't drink a whole bottle of sake.

Bet you I could.

Want to prove it, then?

[snorts] Haven't got a thing to prove to you. But fine. You have to drink it with me, though.

[hmphs] Fine. [leaves the plane and comes back with sake and cups] No drinking from the bottle, though.

I couldn't stomach that much piss at one time, anyway. [takes a cup and pours himself some, then her one] Bottoms up.

Kanpai! [and there goes the sake. at least new year's gives her a little practice]

[drinks his own, making a face, and pours them both another] This'll probably be your last, brat.

[have a glare, Gene] I can do it! [and, well...she does drink it at least but definitely shuddered. she's small built and eleven, this won't end well]

[notes this and gives her only a half cup for her next one] Your own hangover, then.

[drinks it slower and sets the cup down heavily, blinking at Gene] What's a hangover?

Your head feels like it's gonna explode, throat gets dry. You puke a lot, too. That's always fun. Puts some hair on your chest the first couple times.

[makes a face and sways a bit] Ne, I don't want hair on my chest.