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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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Sam seems really shy about that kind of thing, though! Like he got really flustered when he saw...well, realized is a better word, that I wasn't wearing any clothes, or when I told him my measurements when he said that he wanted to buy me something.

If he gets shy over that, then talking to him about love...Well, it would either make him twice as embarrassed, or it would give him the wrong message, ne?

{Sorry Gene, this was a losing battle. Diva is still 100% sober, and takes another drink with a little, mischievous smile}

...wait. Let me get this straight: he's buying you clothes? If he can afford to buy some random bird clothes, he can afford more bloody rounds at the pub.

Doesn't change the fact he's a nancy.

[he keeps chugging along, cause he doesn't think a tiny little girl like Diva can trounce him. oh Gene]

Well...That or jewelry. But I really don't need anything, and I didn't even ask. I just told him it was Christmas time at home for me, and he...wanted to buy me a...Christmas gift. {She laughs quietly}

But I'll be sure to pass on the message, in that case!

...what a bleedin' sap.

Don't need to. I tell him all the time.

I was surprised too. Ah, it's really nice of him, though.

Like I said: he's an idiot.

[is looking at you funny, Diva] Now, I thought this was a drinking game. Are you even having anything, there, luv?

Of course! You've seen me drinking it. {And she even finishes off her glass so she can pour another to prove it} Ne, I just have a high tolerance for liquors. Don't tell me you're afraid you're going to lose to a girl~

Of course I'm not! [pours himself another, just to show it] I'm not losing to a damn skirt.

{Laughs} Ah, so you think there should there be a prize for the winner~?

That works. What have you got in mind, miss?

I think it'd be better for you to say something you'd like first. I have expensive tastes~ I wouldn't want to drain your bank account or anything like that. ♥

Considering you can't give me a DI who isn't a div, I'd be happy with a nice supply of booze.

Just how nice are we talking about? I can get you the finest ones on the market, with a five digit price tag, or I could get you as much as you like~

I don't need anything fancy, luv. Some Party Sevens and a few good bottles of whisky'll do the trick.

Then I can do that. Well then...If I win...You'll stop calling me a bird. Or a skirt. Or anything like that. Just Diva.

Deal. [and finishes off another glass, swaying a bit as he pours another]

{Smiles cheerfully, taking another sip} And deal for me too.

Great. [is well on his way to being fully cocked. and look, there's another whisky for the Guv~]

{And Diva is just very amused by it. Watching people get drunk, well, it's fun, kind of. So she just keeps drinking her glass quietly~}

[and Gene's pretty much trashed by now, looking about ready to pass out]

{She's looking pretty smug right now too. Small victories are nice, even if it was a drinking contest.} Ne, don't fall too hard when you pass out, Gene~♥

[glares groggily at her] I'm not gonna pass out. Still got plenty left to go...! [but he can't even find his glass as he slumps back to the ground and, a moment later, begins snoring loudly]

{Laughs before she stands, holding her glass out to him} I win, Gene. Cheers~♥ {And with that, she finishes off her glass}

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