The Bill1984

DC Jo Masters:
Morning.

DC Mickey Webb:
Wow, late night?

DC Jo Masters:
Not particularly, what makes you think that? Can't a girl come in a little bit late for work without people casting aspersions on her good name?

DC Kezia Walker:
Is that asprin you're drinking?

DC Jo Masters:
You see, this is the problem with cynical detectives, such as yourselves... You take a few pieces of circumstantial evidence and you leap to some preconceived conclusion. There may be any number of reasons why I'm drinking this concoction of paracetamol and electro light enriched water... Maybe I'm replacing lost fluids following an early morning game of squash, or perhaps I'm simply coming down with the flu.

DC Mickey Webb:
Or perhaps you left The Seven Bells and ended up in The Octane Nightclub last night?

DC Jo Masters:
Oh... How'd you know?

DC Mickey Webb:
Erm... You've still got the stamp on your hand.

DC Jo Masters:
Don't start Mickey! I've got the mother of all hangovers and I don't want any of your southern lip! I'm just gonna drink this, bury myself in paperwork and sit quietly... [Northern Voice] Okay?