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[unbreakablelion]

[ So here's a Gene, sat in the far corner of Luigi's, at a table by himself. His Crombie coat slung over the back of his seat. Feet up on a spare seat. A half empty bottle of red wine, a pocket of Juicy Fruit, a packet of cigarettes and a lighter sat on the table

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[forever_annie]

[One moment, Annie had been walking down the streets of Manchester, minding her own business. The rest of the gang had headed for the Railway Arms, leaving her with the paperwork to file. The next moment? She found herself in front of a small Italian joint she'd never seen before. Oh well, a drink is a drink and she needed one badly.

Before she has the chance to order, her eyes settle on Gene.]

Guv? What're you doin' in a place like this? Figured the Arms was your one an' only watering hole...

[unbreakablelion]

[ Talk about a blast from the past. WDC Annie Cartwright was one of the last people Gene Hunt had ever expected to see here, in London, in a bloody Trattoria of all places.

He puts his feet on the floor and stands, going to the bar to fetch an empty glass, filling it with wine from his bottle, holding it out to Annie.

She looks exactly the same. He is older. ]

Grew tired of Nelson's watered down beer, love. Felt it was time for a change.

[forever_annie]

[Now that she's had a moment to chat with him, it strikes her that Gene looks different. Older, perhaps, and definitely dressed more bizarre than she'd ever seen him. Black dress shirt, purple tie, what.]

What're ya wearin'? Were ya under cover with Sam and no one told me?

[Confused Annie is confused and welcomes the glass of wine. She helps herself to a seat across from him.]

[unbreakablelion]

[ Gene looks himself down, attention pausing on his snakeskin boots for a moment, hands resting on his hips before looking back at Annie. ]

There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. [ He pauses. ] Is there? Trust a plonk to walk in and start complaining about my outfit.

[superskelton]

[An already tipsy Chris has just ordered himself another glass of wine. He puts the glass unsteadily down on the table, pulling up a chair that isn't already occupied by either Gene or his feet.]

All right, Guv?

[unbreakablelion]

[ Gene watches Chris with an even gaze for a long moment, before taking a long drink from his glass. ]

Ask me again when I've finished this bottle.

[superskelton]

[Chris inspects the bottle to see how much is left, then nods. He's known the Guv long enough to know the answer's probably no, but maybe the wine will make it a little better.

He takes a swallow of his own wine before getting out his cigarettes, offering the packet to the Guv once he's selected one for himself, even though he has his own pack out on the table.]

[unbreakablelion]

[ Gene takes the packet from Chris. Why smoke his own when he can smoke somebody else's? He draws one from the packet, picks up his lighter and lights it, holding the flame out for Chris.

Nothing like nicotine and alcohol to relieve a stressful day at work. ]

Not with Shaz tonight?