lastrat

Valentine's Day in prison. Not very cheery, is it? Perhaps we ought to organize a celebration in the bar; I'm sure our guests would appreciate the change of pace.

[Private to Gwen Stacy]

[He's putting on his most charming look and voice. You're welcome.] Don't suppose you could do me a favor, could you?

[Spam for Vesper]

[With his mission accomplished - and with the hope that the pub will be crowded tonight and their hall empty and quiet - James walks down the sixth floor corridor, two bottles held in one hand, two champagne flutes in the other. Opening Vesper's door is something of a balancing act, but he's always been good at that. Easing the door open, he closes it silently behind him, and heads for the table. The last time he'd seen liquor on it, there had been a broken glass of wine.

Now, he set down the bottles of Dom and Veuve, the glasses, and set to uncorking the Veuve as he looked around the suite. He didn't call out for Vesper; she'd come soon enough.]