nineteen; back to business

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

[Now that Gene has safely asserted that coronary threat brought on by lack of genitalia is no longer an issue, and he's slept off the considerable amount of whisky that enabled him to cope with trauma of such epic proportions; he's now sobering up from one helluva hangover with the hair of the dog in the considerably quieter than the Death Match bar, the Lux.]

So 'ave I missed 'owt of note?

[Filter: Tony Stark] [tap tap tap of a pen] We 'aven't met mate, but I'm 'eading up a CID department in this shit'ole. DCI Gene Hunt, Metropolitan Police, I'd like to arrange a meeting with you.[/filter]

Comments

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

I'm working on opening my own shop if you want that atrocity you call a camel coat dealt with.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

[what?...] What's wrong with it? Bobby Charlton's got one just like it.

'Ang on a minute, would this involve measurin' me inside leg?

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Bobby Charlton looks just as bad as you honey cos THAT is just not working.

Do you really think you have anything up there worth measuring?

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

It's a classic, you can't go wrong. Why what would you suggest?

What the... why the fuck am I talking about fashion with Larry bloody Grayson? Jesus this place sends you nuts. Oh an' talking o' nuts, we'll stay off the subject of my tackle thank you.

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

For you a paper bag, or you know something a little less seventies.

You brought it up, I don't know why you think getting a coat involves measuring your inner leg. Have you thought maybe you're a little obsessed...or repressed? [chuckle]

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

I'm not all seventies anymore, I'm right up there in the eighties, thanks very much. [B|]

Just shut it, I know what you lot are like, bloody ulterior motives.

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Well then what's wrong with a nice short little jacket and some pixie boots?

Spoken like a true cop? Have you thought that maybe I don't want to jump you?

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

You are jokin' aren't you? Next you'll be suggesting I wear a frilly shirt and wear eyeliner like Adam and the bloody Ants. If you can stick to sensible suggestions, I might just listen.

[of course not Marc, all gays are sluts and sleep with everybody, and Gene's irresistable....duh simple logic] I've prayed that you don't, does that count?

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

What take my advice?

Not really, why? are you afraid you might like it?

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

'Long as it dun't involve pink, there's no 'arm in updating me look. I'm a bit behind most people, timewise.

[if they were face to face, he'd be ignoring that question and glaring at you Marc]

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Fine no pink but you have to wear what I suggest.


[grins enjoying the taunting]

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

No gay shit either. If I end up looking like a twat, I'll make sure every bastard in this castle knows it was your doin', and you've got a new business to promote.

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

I don't look like a twat....whatever that is. You'll look fabulous under my tuition.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

I better 'ad St. James, or you'll wish you never met me.

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Oh please, this will be the start of a whole new look for you, you never know you might actually get someone to notice you out of it.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

Give over, I don't 'ave any problems on that front. Anyway, give us a shout when you're ready, and don't take too long about it.

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

I'm always ready, Room 207.

St. James

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

Good. I'll be over in a bit then. Give us 'alf an hour.

Re: St. James

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Alright, it's a date. [laughs and walks around the room setting up.]

Gene;

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

A meeting? Sure, I'm game.

Tony

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

Good. 'Ow about tomorrow mornin', nine o'clock?

Gene

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

That's making me wake up awfully early. It'll have to be a meeting over coffee then.

Tony

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

Fine by me. Where do you want to meet up? I was 'opin' I could 'ave a look round your HQ.

Gene

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

That's fine by me. We have espresso and coffee down there anyway.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[snickering at that thread with Marc] You seem awfully concerned about fashion, Gene.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

What's so funny Ginger Tits?

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Imagining you in half of what was in style in the Eighties.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

I'll save the ra-ra skirts for you.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Oi, I've probably still got a few of those in my wardrobe back home! I loved my ra-ra skirts. You haven't got the legs for them, though.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

Shame it's the wardrobe back 'ome luv.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[dryly] If you really want to appreciate the best of eighties fashion, I'm sure I could persuade the castle to make one for me. And some legwarmers, too.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Have you missed what of what? [Amused chuckle] Oh, Manchester, you've come so far.

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

'Owt of note. 'S wrong with that?

[posh accent here we come and he's not half bad] I do apologise Crowley, has anything of notable happening occured recently?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

It makes no sense.

[Confused pause] I think a part of my brain just died. And you mean besides all the food-days?

[dci-gene-hunt.livejournal.com]

'Makes perfect sense, and maybe I'll do that more often, maybe the sarcasm section of your brain'll die completely if I do it often enough Crowley.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

That would be a terrible, terrible loss for all.

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[also giggling over the conversation with Marc]

I've been given my voice back. Does that count as 'owt of note?