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[didorothy]

[holding a Party Seven up in one hand] Name of the killer and how you got him banged up or I'm giving it to Litton.

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[didorothy]

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.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

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

[didorothy]

[winches and puts his hand to his nose, but uses this opportunity to jam an elbow into Gene, knocking him back and stepping away.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[oofs at the jab, one hand to his gut, then steps back in, swinging, feigning a right jab to the face but actually bringing his left hand into Sam's gut]

[didorothy]

[groans and takes a step to the side, recovering enough to swing up at Gene's jaw]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[takes the hit, staggering back, head tilted to the side. spits, rubbing the back of his hand against his jaw, then does a bum rush forward, intent on knocking Sam over]

[didorothy]

[Sam's suffered this before, so he knows to step out of the way as fast as he can. Matador time, baby!]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and Gene, being Gene, does, in fact, run past him, smashing into a counter top. but he's Gene! and so quickly recovers, whirling around with fists flying, attempting to connect with anything]

[didorothy]

[one block, two block! Red block, blue -- 'anything' being face, then? He's going to have a black eye tomorrow, he is. Gene, enjoy Sam trying to grapple you]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Oi! [Sam, Gene does not like the grappling, especially when it's you grappling him. so he tries to get you in a headlock cause haha, if he's doing the grappling it's totally not gay] I don't think so, Tyler!

[didorothy]

You don't think! [and I quote, "the homoerotic male bonding just bumped up another notch." But Gene, Gene, you underestimate your scrawny opponent, who can twist about enough to get a solid elbow to the solar plexus and break free, coming around for a swing at the Guv's face]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[what the hell is up with the face hitting, Sam? Gene does not approve! and he certainly doesn't approve of this hitting his solar plexus bullocks either, especially since it makes it hard for him to stand and fight back, leaving him open for pinnage pinnage]

[didorothy]

[SCORE! It's pinning time! For twice once in his life, Sam manages to be the active partner in this long-standing expression of heterosexual male bonding, and get the Guv put in place by Sam's body weight]

[... not that Sam has much body weight to speak of, so I guess this's an easy win for the Guv]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[who quite happily takes said win, shoving Sam back with a hearty 'Get off, Tyler, I'm not a faerie!' and then rather promptly grabbing his DI by the collar and slamming him into the wall twice for good measure] Had enough?

[didorothy]

[winces, because that was his HEAD and his SPINE against a WALL, and both of those are rather important, but of course he meets his DCI's eyes] I don't give up.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Wrong answer, Tyler. [punches him in the gut!] Now then: had enough?

[didorothy]

[groans and winces, and probably would've doubled over if Gene wasn't holding him up, but shakes his head, voice quite pained] Still don't give up.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[keeps holding him up, glaring, then smacks him into the wall again for good measure before stepping away] ...you pansy. You're not worth it. [takes the rest of Sam's beer and drinks it]

[didorothy]

[sinks - NOT 'FALLS' - to the floor, waiting a moment to catch himself there before returning to the table. Waits the grace period for his shame to be over, looking over his rather battered body, before speaking] What the hell am I going to tell CID about these bruises? [wipes away some blood from his lip] Maybe I fell down the stairs. [and, after a moment, he realises what that parallels, and giggles laughs]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth to reply, staring, then shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping before it escalates into a full-blown laugh] You're a bleedin' sod, you know that, Tyler? [and offers him a drink]

[didorothy]

[accepts the drink] And you, Gene Hunt, are an obnoxious bastard. But I don't need to tell you that. [takes a great big gulp of the drink and leans back, smiling broadly]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

One should hope not! [claps him roughly on the shoulder in a totally not!gay and manly show of affection, then takes a drink -- and falls off his bar stool after losing his balance]

[didorothy]

[the smile slips from his face when he realises that his DCI just fell off of his barstool (it took awhile for him to realise this) and, after another moment, the smile returns full force as he starts laughing]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[flails a bit in order to get up, beer sloshing everywhere, which bothers him more than Sam laughing, really] Oi, Gladys. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you. [pulls himself up to his feet, finishes off his beer, goes for another]

[didorothy]

[still sniggering] Excellent recovery, Guv. ['course, his stomach is not at its best, so he eases off the laughing for its sake. Grinning, though, he can still do]