Gene only came down for a pint. He gets a napkin instead.
And another one.
'There has to be another way I can pay for-'
And another. He screws it up in his hand, and clenches his fist on the bar-top until it turns white.
'At least give me something to do.'
A box appears, then Bar promptly shuts herself off. Gene stays still for a moment, vibrating with anger, then stalks behind the counter. As ever, he ignores the specials board. He starts going through the box instead - it's not Lost Property. It contains...gadgets. An iPhone, an iPad, a laptop, a digital camera...the list goes on. He lays everything out, and stares at it, perplexed.
Calling it a night. Thanks so much for the threads, people! I've loved them all. Still open, if anyone wants in - I'll just be picking everything up tomorrow now, is all. <3333]