OOC: Good one, Rictus.
"See, Rictus... you started the trend with getting blind drunk and then playing. I found that to be a good way of not worrying about bad boy and troublesome neighbours, see...". Norgesvenn paused to take a sip of mineral water. "God, I loathe mondays. I always start the new week feeling last week's binge in my mouth. I started this day retching...". Norg lit one of his stinking Norwegian cigarettes, and blew a cloud of blueish smoke into the air.
"Aye... I know. I had a couple of painkillers for me leg. Stella painkillers, mind you...", Rictus said. "Say, would you mind not blowing the smoke into my frigging face?".
"Oh, so-oorreee. Allergic are we?".
Sgt. Bloomfield ordered "a hair of the dog that bit him". Judging from the amount of "hairs", the dog must've been huge. A Newfoundlannder, perhaps?
"So, any news on the Horde?".
"The Golden one"
"Mind your language, mate"
"Sorry, I thought about showers..."
"Ah... well, I didn't... you dirty-... oh, well. Never mind!".
The usual banter went on.
Lt. Tyler let out a grateful sigh. "Finally the hijackers have left..."