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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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[pretend!pours her more, finishing the rest of the bottle himself, making another nasty face] Bloody hell, this shit tastes like piss. [gives her a look] If you're gonna sleep, you should find your bed, girlie, or you're hitting the floor pretty hard.

[takes it the cup and vaguely wonders when she drank it] I'm not...sleepy. [makes a face] Sake is heavy.

[laughs a little to himself, taking a seat and motioning for Fumie to take one, too] You're just a pansy, girlie.

[stumbles over and flops down next to him, glaring quite drunkenly in his general direction] I'm not a flower. At least you didn't say I'm a bird, too.

[watches her, one eyebrow quirked, and plucks the cup from her hand, setting it aside with the empty sake bottle] Fine. You're a wuss. A pushover. A sodding lightweight. Can't hold your liquor. And nah. You're too young to be a bird. Real birds have tits, girlie. You're still in training.

[makes a face] Akira says I won't have breasts and then I'll end up married to a really stupid man.

Only a stupid man would marry a bird with no tits. Even Tyler's holding out for a plod with a decent rack and he's a bleedin' nonce.

[yawns again and slumps, leaning just slightly on Gene] Marriage seems stupid anyway. I wouldn't be a very good housewife. So I probably wouldn't get married.

[gives her a look when she leans on him, then sighs and pulls out a cig, lighting up] You're too young to be thinking about marriage, girlie. Wait a few more years before you start talking like that.

[not moving from her pillow] When did you get married?

That's got nothing to do with you, brat.

[slumps harder against him, shutting her eyes] Maa, that's true but it's just a question...

That you don't need the answer to, girlie. [is obviously uncomfortable with her slumping on him, but isn't so mean he'll move and let her fall to the floor] That, and you're bloody pissed.

[snorts] I like answers... [aand she's going out slowly] Don't tell Sam about this, ne...? [and she's probably not going to hear Gene's comment on that anyway]

[snorts but nods, just glad she's finally quiet] Don't worry about that, luv. He won't hear a thing.

[there you have it, Gene. you now have a tiny drunk girl sleeping on you]

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