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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is chilling out at the bar like he always does, but things are slightly amiss. Mainly the fact Ray's hand is on fire, and he seems to be regarding it only with some mild curiosity.]

...the hell?

[This certainly is new. It's not really hurting, so he slowly waves his hand in front of him. Nope. Stays on fire. He's also pretty sure he's not so drunk that he's hallucinating his hand on fire.]

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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Eyeroll.]

Denial. Yet another one of your overwhelmingly frustrating traits.

[gotitwrong]

[He will not be baited!]

I've known her for two years. She's good at actin', but I know scum when I see 'em.

[And he shan't discuss himself. Never ever.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Ray, you will discuss yourself one day... but to be fair, even Alex doesn't know that yet. ;) But, whatever, she'll let that part go. For now.]

Your instinct has done you credit, Ray, but I think in this case your just being stubborn. People can change.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray will firmly take the stance of 'never ever' to that. Even though he is wrong. He still has some seven or eight years until then.]

Eh, sod it. If you wanna mess around with her, have at. Ain't like you're a colleague of mine now.

[Ray wanders over to pull himself a pint. Because why the hell not.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex huffs a sigh and like the annoyingly annoying thing that she is, she slides out of her chair to follow him.]

I didn't mean it like that. Honestly, if she's done something that you think could endanger me or anyone else I'm willing to hear you out. And what about Sam? He's your friend after all and she loves him. That has to count for something.

[gotitwrong]

[He sniffs, and contemplates for a few moments before saying his piece.]

When somethin' doesn't go her way, she snaps. Homicidal spree, you know? She got locked up for it once. Came to me, smilin' and grinnin' while she talked 'bout what she did to deserve it. That ain't someone who means it when they say they wanna change.

[And then he gives Alex a smug look.]

And are you sure you know me, exactly? Tyler isn't a friend of mine. His opinion don't count for shit.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex does not look in the least bit pleased by this information.] She seems so genuine when I speak to her. Hardly like what you're describing at all...

[She huffs again and looks away from him.]

I thought you and Sam... Well, between you and the Guv I don't know if I know either of you, not really. This place... it changed all the rules.

[gotitwrong]

She's good at actin'. Just watch your back, Drake.

[He is armed with booze. Hell yes. But he is unaffected by her huff.]

It does that. I got two years of bullshit from this place under my belt. And anyway, you thought wrong. Tyler's my DI - I'll watch his back if I have to - but he ain't a mate of mine.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Will do, Ray.

[She shrugs and arms herself with more wine.]

What year are you from?

[gotitwrong]

'75. Gonna be '76 in a couple of months. Chris and the Guv're from the same year, case you didn't know.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

It's just about to turn 1983 where I am from. Was, was from.

[She's still believes she's in 2008 but... Even she knows better than to try to explain that to Ray.]

You know, my Chris is here. From 1983. I haven't met your Chris yet.

[gotitwrong]

[He doesn't say a thing about the year. He knows this place is nutters. WHAT'S THAT? LET'S GO MAKE A RANDOM ASSORTMENT OF TIMES AND YEARS, WOOHOO. No he can't be bothered to care anymore.]

He don't usually come up here alone. Doesn't like it much.

[He leans against the bar a bit.]

Probably why you haven't seen him. Though, have to say the same for yours - didn't even know he were around none. Or existed, I guess. You get what I mean.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Frankly, the whole mess just makes her head hurt. And mine, for that matter.]

Don't know how much my Chris cares for it, either. Maybe some things don't change.

[She follows in suit with the leaning, trying to act casual and, you know, BFF-y.]

So why do you come here, Ray? You don't seem to be incredibly fond either.

[gotitwrong]

Mainly to get pissed.

[He smirks at her.]

Got work up here to do, anyway. Only place I can get it done.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She smiles and shrugs in half-hearted agreement.]

It's a good place to think, that's true. I wish I had some work to get done.

[gotitwrong]

Hah, wouldn't wish the work I'm doin' on anybody. Not even Tyler. Got some hundred surveillance tapes I gotta comb over, and that's cause I'm behind.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[that gets another laugh out of her.]

I'd give anything to finally be cleared to go back to work. They keep... Well, never mind any of that.

[she gives him a little sideways glance.] Although, if you need any help... I'm bored stiff and it's not as if we're not going to be working together in five years, anyway.

[gotitwrong]

I'll think 'bout it. Though I'm pretty sure doin' this'd off you. Nothin's on any of 'em.

[He pauses for a moment.]

But five years, huh? Probably forget about here between now and then, since I haven't bumped into meself yet.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Might do. Funny, though, isn't it? Forgetting about this place? It doesn't seem possible.

[She polishes off her wine and shrugs.] What exactly are you looking for the surveillance tapes?

[gotitwrong]

[He shrugs himself.]

Dunno yet. Few months back, place was loaded with bodies. Whoever did it was usin' the place as a dumpin' spot. Figured he'd be back or sommat. [He exhales.] Not a thing so far, and nothin' amiss. Can't shake the feelin' that there's somethin' important, though. Or that I'm missin', dunno.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

So whoever was doing it just stopped? [Alex frowns, concerned.] That seems unlikely. Whoever did it must have found another place, or developed new habits if he thought he was being investigated... Are Chris and the Guv working on this as well?

this tag was invaded by my kitty. roxanne i do not need help

[gotitwrong]

Chris is workin' with me on it. The Guv knows we're on it, but with orders that it's on our free time.

[His tone implies that it is not the way he wants to spend his time.]

Aren't supposed to talk 'bout the Plane and all in CID, you know?

awe at least she was trying! my kitty just stares at me judgmentally D:

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She gives a knowing nod.] People would think we're mad.

[Translation: people would think she was madder than they already think.]

Let me take a look at some of the footage, then. Maybe what you need is a fresh eye.

roxanne enjoys being the centre of attention. she cannot tolerate me paying attention to not!her.

[gotitwrong]

Aye.

[He sets down his beer to pull out his cigarettes again.]

I'll think about it. Not sure I know you well enough to let you in on my case.

ella just thinks if it doesn't involve giving her food, it's not worth doing. >:|

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Back to eye rolling and getting another drink.] Who would have thought the day would come when DS Ray Carling was telling me what cases I can and cannot take on.

[Truth be known she's dying for him to let her on but she's not going to let him know that.] But it's to your discretion, of course. [Her tone turns a little more teasing.] Seems like it will be a few years before I can tell you what to do.