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[lastrat]

[Bond is in the pub, a tumbler in his hand (and no bottle in sight even, this is a semi-healthy indulgence okay) and a fairly clear expression on his face. He takes a sip, licks his lips and smiles a little wryly as he finally settles his attention on the camera.]

Alec's gone.

[He doesn't sound remotely broken up about this. Sorry, Alec.]

That - on top of surviving - seems deserving of a party. I'll open the door for whoever's interested. I might even break out the good food.

[He lifts his glass in a little toast, and downs that's left in one go as he kills the feed.]

[Private to Elena]

Stop by.

[Is he gonna say why? Nope.]

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[imfollowinghim]

Are we talking good food, or good English food?

[lbr he will be there regardless sorryyyy]

[lastrat]

We're mostly talking good liquor.

[He makes a thoughtful face, then shrugs.] And I hate bangers and mash.

[imfollowinghim]

Good. We can keep being friends.

[lastrat]

Oh, good. I was terrified for a moment that I'd be rid of you.

[myresponsibility]

Are you going to start singing "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead" now?

[lastrat]

I wasn't, but now that you mention it...

[He flashes a quick smile.] You should have broken his legs while you had the chance.

[myresponsibility]

I'm pretty sure his pride was broken enough as is.

[lastrat]

Then you ought to have taken a picture.

[theresalwayshope]

If the good food involves any sort of fish and chips, I'm in!

Oh, and how casual is the dress code?

[lastrat]

It's a pub. [He sounds more than half amused by the question.] Just don't show up in pajamas.

[He's not in a suit for once, because his laid back attire needs to see the light of day, too.]

[theresalwayshope]

Pfft. Sorry, buddy, I didn't know we had one. [She's just being a little bit bratty, though, so there's no real annoyance in her tone, and she's grinning as she says it.] Pub chic it is, then.

...they don't card, do they?

[lastrat]

Only if you're especially unlucky.

[Which is to say no. Which is to also say that he doesn't care. He's been drinking since he was much too young for it.]

[fuckton]

Did you fucking kill him?

[lastrat]

A very long time ago. I'm certain I sent him here, however time-displaced it was.

[fuckton]

But did you fucking kill him here?

[There's definitely a 'you piece of shit' tone there.]

[lastrat]

[He hears it. And he doesn't care for it.]

Didn't have the opportunity. [His voice is hard in response.]

Are you holding the flood against me, or did he manage to charm you in his short time here?

[thefuckup]

I don't know who Alec is-- uh, was?-- but I'll drink to that. [ ANY excuse to go indulge his vices, okay. ]

[lastrat]

A traitor. [And a friend, but Bond is...just bad at forgiving. And Alec tried to kill him a few times.] It's worth drinking to.

[Bond is maybe sorta definitely very bad at noticing when others' vices go too far, too.]

Door's open.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She doesn't bother to ask why even though she doesn't know what his reason might be. He's probably not going to tell her even if she asks and at worst he's probably going to be drowning the past couple of days out with alcohol.]

[So, Elena makes the time to stop by his cabin. She doesn't let herself in and knocks this time.]

spam;

[lastrat]

[The last few days may have been hellish, but he knows they could have been worse. He's not drinking when she shows - he's saving that for later, with every intention of drinking to Alec's name and cursing it every time.

He debates, as he opens the door, just doing it here so he can escape quickly, but Alec's disappearance put him in a better mood than he anticipated.

He steps aside, gesturing.]

Come in.

spam;

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena steps inside, a little surprised not to see at least an empty glass in Bond's hand. It seems like he's drinking more often than not whenever she sees him in person anyways.]

So... What's up?

spam;

[lastrat]

[She has a way of finding him at bad times. Closing the door behind her, Bond turns to head further into his sitting room, waving a hand dismissively.]

That was a terrible place to have a birthday.

[There's something wrapped in brown paper on his side table: it's simple, taped, not even a string bow. He holds it out to her.]

Here.

[Inside is a new journal, bound in leather: on the cover is an engraved scorpion. On the inside of the cover is Bond's quick scrawl: Start practicing, Salinger.]

[walkingmeltdown]

Well. I'm taking it by the subtle clues you're giving off here that you knew him, and you weren't exactly a fan.

[lastrat]

You have excellent observational skills.

[The sarcasm is light: he's not ready to puncture this good mood just yet.]

[walkingmeltdown]

I only spoke to him the once, I didn't think he was that bad. Though I've no doubt that makes you think poorly of me.