Dinner and Dancing- rl with Gene Hunt

[sky_w_diamonds]

Hmm, now that had been interesting.  If perhaps not exactly what she'd expected; the swirling glitter and snow had been a bit Disney-movie, to be frank, but she's here now, and that's what matters.  Or at least she assumes she is.  She is, in fact, in a lavatory- a men's lavatory, to be precise, which gives no clue as to where or when it might be

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[manc_sheriff]

The desk is a-mess with files. They have two buglary cases and one missing person's report. All in all, a slow week compared to others, but the paperwork more than makes up for it. Gene hates paperwork and hates even more that he's spent the day browsing through old case reports without a single answer. Sam keeps bringing them up from the collator's den and plopping them on Gene's desk with that aggravating little smirk of his. He has some hunch that the buglaries are connected and, stupidly, Gene has given him time to prove his theory

[sky_w_diamonds]

At the woman's shout, a door at the far side of the room flings itself open and there stands Gene, cigarette clenched between his lips and a look like thunder on his face. Except then he sees Lucy, and all the thunder disappears in an instant. Her lips stretch in a smile as his gaze quickly flicks over her, and she adjusts her arms, crossing them over her stomach.

'Am I early? My apologies; my... transportation was of rather an unconventional method, shall we say.'

She can feel the looks of the whole room centred on them, and she stands a little straighter, raising an eyebrow at the room in general. 'Manchester's finest, then?' There's a faint undercurrent of sarcasm in her voice, but it's not much. Just amusement at the way the men (and one woman, she notes- a pretty, earnest-looking girl- and surely that's unusual to have a woman police offiver out of uniform in '73) are staring.

[manc_sheriff]

There's a part of him that wants to ask how unconvetional, what it entailed to worldhop, how this faceless, voiceless entity he met through the machine buried in his office actually turned out to be a flesh and blood woman standing in front of him. He doesn't ask, of course. He can't, not when all the eyes belonging to Manchester's finest are glued on them. All but Chris have their attention focused either on him or on Lucy's obviously fine arse.

He purses his lips in dry amusement. 'They are. When they're doing some bloody work.' The last is directed to the gawking idiots of his team

[sky_w_diamonds]

'Your case?' She almost echoes, but holds herself back. She did come looking for him, after all, and certainly the rest of the men here have no way of knowing where she's really from. Of course he'd need an excuse for expecting her presence. It also crosses her mind that perhaps he's married; indeed, it would likely be unusual for him not to be, a forty-something man in 1973. In which case, he doesn't want it to look like he's brought his bit-on-the-side into the office. Not, of course, that Lucy would ever refer to herself herself as anything quite so undignified as that, but she doubts these men (and the attention focussed unashamedly on either her tits, her arse, or both) have any such reservations