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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.]

Comments

[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?

[fuckton]

What the fuck do you think?

[Because there's no way that Deb normally gets attached to anyone, not really.

Hell, she doesn't even know who the fuck Alec is.

But draining her stupid nice and sweet form? Well, that's a good fucking reason to be pissed off.]

[lastrat]

[He certainly expects it, and his face turns harder to match his voice.]

I think you're nothing like the woman you were. So what makes you differently of me?

[fuckton]

Well, are you a fucking inmate?

[lastrat]

Warden.

[fuckton]

[Damn it.]

You still fucking bit me.

[lastrat]

I'm not a vampire. [Bond that is not how you...]

[fuckton]

Do I look like I give a flying fuck?

[lastrat]

You look very new. I'll be as clear as I can:

That wasn't me.

[fuckton]

Let me be as clear as I can.

I don't give a flying fuck.

[lastrat]

You clearly do.

[fuckton]

I mean I don't care that it was a fucking flood.

[lastrat]

Then you're in for a very long stay.

[fuckton]

Ya fucking think? I already knew that.

[lastrat]

Do us a favor and don't come up until your mood's improved, hm?

[fuckton]

Do us a favor and suck my fucking dick.

[That she doesn't have.]

[lastrat]

[Bond doesn't offer a verbal response: he rolls his eyes, mouth curling in something that hints at a sneer and a smile both, and cuts the feed.]