Archive of Our Own

'Bloody hell... I can't find the sodding thing.'

'Can't find what?'

'My flask.'

'You've got two dozen others, use one of those instead.'

'Don't roll your eyes at me, Gladys – I don't feel like it. Would rather drink from that specific one.'

'What does it matter, Guv?'

'Quality, of course – thought you knew that by now. Some things are better than others.'

'Oh, well... fair enough. Let me help.'

'Less talking, more looking.'

'Checked the top drawer already?'

'Course I did, I'm not Chris..'

'The car?'

'Yep.'

'How about behind here...?'

'Impossible. Bloody impossible.'

'Right, well...'

'Shut up.'

'You're welcome.'