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[gives him a long, level look, smirking a little, arms crossed over his chest in true Guv fashion] It was both. Huntley offed her, but Shipman's the one who had the idea. Found 'em chattin' last night in a pub -- piss poor establishment if ever I saw one -- talking about her. Apparently, she'd just left Huntley after he'd tried forcing himself on her, and the bleedin' sod was plotting ways to get revenge. His mate Shipman said he had a car and a hunting knife, could help scare her, maybe ding her up a bit. Said he could swing by over the weekend. Nicked 'em both for stolen property and attempted murder, among a few others.

[taps his skull] Told ya, Tyler. Gotta have it here. Now give me that damn beer so we can open the bloody bastard and get ourselves right cocked.

[hands over the Party Seven (and is ~~irritated by~~ ignoring the smugness, kthnx)] You may get yourself right cocked. I'm going to see the rest of the case through. If you're still drinking when I return here, I'll join you.

Oi, Tyler! You know I can't open this alone. You can stay for a glass, you bleedin' sod.

You could borrow someone's sonic screwdriver.

...a what?

... Forget it, Guv. But I've got two killers walking around Manchester. I've got to nick 'em. ~~[and then he'll spend hours finishing up all the paperwork for the case, of course]~~

[Though that reminds me! Of this. It's the only complete version, but it has lots of interesting titbits(about how the arrest is supposed to be, reference and what have you) and some analysis. For example, they decide that Gene getting Red Rum (the horse that suprises everyone and upsets the race) represents Sam. Although I think that's an inconsistent metaphor when you consider that Ray gets the horse to represent himself, but Sam and Gene get a horse to represent another person. INCONSISTENT.]

...damnit, Tyler. [sets the Party Seven aside angrily, but pulls out his keys] The faster you nick 'em, the faster I get my beer. Now get a move on you damn ponce, before I open this upside your head.

[ooc: Then again, Sam is hardly a study in stablity, so... (But then again, it could just be more ~~sub~~text that Gene and Sam have a thing for each other, that they choose the horse that best represents the other, whereas Ray is more of a 'look out for myself' kind of guy, even if he does respect the Guv.) That is a really spiffy site, though! I shall have to peruse it at length.]

[gives a quick nod and leaves, returning some time later with a cut lip and a grin] Drinks, then, Guv?

[ooc; This is true! (Nahh, the ~~sub~~text is elsewhere. Like in the Jean Genie bit. And the bit about making bacon ("or the homoerotic male bonding just bumped up another notch" made me giggle over my spaghetti).) But yes, fun when you have a few minutes~]

[also returns, a little worse for wear and with a nice knife wound to his arm] Thought you'd never ask. [takes a screwdriver and hammer, handing them over, then grabs his own set] Ready?

[ooc: (That line will never cease to amuse me. It's also better when said around people who totally won't expect it and are eating something easily spit~) And oh, but I shall~]

[puts the screwdriver in place and look to his DCI] Ready.

[ooc; you compel me to say it tomorrow in class. One of my English classes, preferably. Since all literature is just unresolved homosexuality anyway]

Go! [slams his hammer down, popping a hole in the top of the jar, much to his delight. 's drinkin' time, mates!]

[ooc: *compels compels compels* That is the best thing evar and I demand evidence of it happening.]

[ahh, the fine tradition of alcohol consumption. After some of which, Sam glances to his DCI, head cocked to the side, curiosity and drink loosening his tongue] Gene? What have you told your CID about me?

[ooc; *salutes* I will do my best!]

[Gene, of course, is fine, but give him a bit more time with his beloved Party Seven and then ask again. not that it stops him from answering Sam's question, of course] You? Told 'em you were out on some special 'surveillance' job, since you like doing those nancy ass faerie things. Get a report in from you once a day on what some drug ring scum on the City's East Side is doing.

[pauses, having an actual thought for once] Tyler. You kept bringing those things on this...Astral thing, right? Can you bring something on and can I take it off to my Manchester, you suppose?

[reflexively] That's not 'nancy assed faerie things.' That's the future of policing.

[and Gene cuts Sam off before he can have emo thoughts about how they can't pull this off for forever and they'll end up caught and everything is transient and "WHY AM I HERE???" and "WILL I EVER GO HOME?" that sort of nonsense. Instead, Sam contemplates something actually useful! See how good Gene is for Sam?] It's 'astral plane.' [of course, he's still naturally an annoying ponce] I... don't really know. Could be. We could try.

So long as I'm dead before it reaches me.

[ah, beer! and Gene is quite grateful that he stemmed off the tide of Sam's emo-ing because he really can't stand that bullocks, you now. might have had to bosh him upside the head or something if he'd started] Good. I want you to make one of your tape...things. Figure that's better evidence that you're really out and about than some piss ass notes I bring in.

[maybe the Guv should bosh him anyway, because that smile may or may not be a smirk] So my tape-recordings are useful, are they, Guv?

[...well, bullocks] ...shut up, Tyler, and have another beer. [takes a nice, big old gulp himself]

[takes a (slightly) more moderate gulp] You'll have to give me some tape recordings too. Ray'll start vocally questioning me in... oh, a week. I'll have to put him back in place somehow, and I reckon he won't take kindly to me emulating your methods of discipline. [tilts his head slightly, pondering] Well, maybe he would.

Good. He'll keep ya on your toes. [is well on his way to getting well and truly cocked] And you don't have what it takes to discipline like I do, Dorothy.

I don't need DS Carling to keep me on my toes. I have criminals for that. [not so far on his way - while he's quicker to get drunk, he's more conservative in his drink] I could too discipline as you do. But it's unnecessary, brutish, and violates severalaws l about workplace behaviour.

That you follow around like a nonce using your gay boy science. [mmm, beer] Pfft. You're a pansy, Tyler. I bet you couldn't discipline if a case counted on it.

I could too. I can do whatever it takes - within the boundries of the law - if a case requires it. [the drink, she makes him brave. Foolish, but brave] I could discipline you if I had to.

[and to a well-on-his-way cocked Gene? them's fightin' words] Really? Well come on then, Tyler. Prove it. [sets down his glass and rolls up his sleeves] Let's see what you've got.

Guv, I don't think that's -- [wait! Sam is not a coward! Even if he's a sissy. So he should fight. But fighting is bad, and unnecessary. But Gene needs to get his ass kicked anyway. But Gene could possibly kick Sam's ass. What does Sam's drink say?]

[the alcohol says 'yes'] Right, then! [stands up, assuming fighting position! Which, in Sam's world, is right out of Mortal Kombat] Let's have it.

Edited 2008-01-19 04:21 (UTC)

[doesn't even bother answering, going at Sam with a right jab straight for the nose]

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