023 - This is Not Right - Text

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse.

It was only when he realised that his bottle had been empty that he pulled himself together enough to reach for his communicator.]

[Private to Hannibal]

That was your sister, right? Didn't make it, did she.

[Private to George]

Seeing as you're up. Get me a bottle of Paddy's whiskey. Actually, you know? Make it two.

No questions.

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[thinkb4ublink]

Good. [Since he seems incapable of taking the hint that he doesn't want him there, Slater scowls and decides to just bring the open bottle with him into his bedroom and slam the door behind him. Yeah, it's the move of a teenager, but frankly, he doesn't care at this point.]

[19centconstable]

[George winces at the sound, and spends another few minutes hanging around awkwardly. He does eventually decide he's done all he can do for the moment, and that Mr. Slater probably needs his space. George makes the short trip back to his own room.]