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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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[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.]

[theresalwayshope]

I'll bring my rabbit's foot, then. [The words come out on the edge of a giggle. She decides to wear...pretty much anything Lydia's ever forced her to buy on a shopping trip. It's all stuff that tends to make her look older.]

...you never did answer my question about the fish and chips, though.

[lastrat]

[He shrugs nonchalantly, mostly entertained that she has yet to sort out the dynamics of the pub. Not many will give a damn for drinking ages, here.]

You'd have to ask the chef. I'm not much for fish and chips myself.