Drinks, and some other stuff

[superspeedbjs]

WHO: The Pro and James Bond
WHERE: Bond's apartment
WHEN: After the Pro returned to the City on Saturday.
WARNINGS: Cursing. Drinking. James Bond.
SUMMARY: Bond offers the Pro drinks and probably other stuff after she gets 'Ported back in.
FORMAT: Quick!

[The Pro changed into a new outfit, tossing the shitty costume in a corner as she did, then started off toward Bond's apartment.

It wasn't like her to do things for free, but. She wasn't hurting for cash in this place (thanks to super speed blowjobs), and he was James fucking Bond. That had to be something, right? That, and he provided the booze.

She landed outside the building and called up via the doorman.]

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[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[Have a small smile in return as he downs the rest of his drink.]

But you're back again now, so that's something to celebrate. Or detest. Depends on your outlook, I suppose.

[superspeedbjs]

[Follows suit with hers and sets the glass on the bar.]

I'd rather be alive, thanks.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Suppose that would be the general consensus.

[He's moving to mix up more drink, something new because he's almost fed up of vodka martinis thanks to this city.]

How long were you here for before you left last time?

[superspeedbjs]

[She'd be sick of them too, if people kept pushing them at her.]

A few months. I beat the shit outta some assholes who were roughing up the whores and strippers. And this one big fuckin jerkoff who tried to kill me.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you didn't stay all that long before the porter took you out again.

I remember a few of your run ins with the unfavourable sorts of men. Good of you to stand up for the little people and all that.

[superspeedbjs]

The little people are my people, and whores always get the worst of everything. Of course I do something when I catch some asshole doing what he shouldn't.

[Flashes him a fierce smirk.]

You shoulda seen what I did do a guy back home. He'd been shorting girls, raping them in the backseat, or beating the shit out of them for months. When I found him after getting powers, I let all those girls have at him. With whatever they wanted.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[That little story brings a slow smirk to his lips. James may be a womaniser, but he knows when no means no and always acts the gentleman. Men who can't treat a woman right are just the sort he's happy to see die.]

Well done.

I wasn't intending to make 'little people' quite so derogatory. I simply meant that very few others give them the time of day. They need someone like you.

[superspeedbjs]

[And that's why she likes him, really. He may be an asshole, but he doesn't shit on the people who get shat on by just about everyone else.

And that got him a sardonic little smile.]

Someone like me, huh. Funny, I gave a speech back home to the 'heroes' about how the people needed someone who doesn't know shit about hope. Fits me, don't it?

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it does, but I wouldn't say that's necessarily a bad thing. Hope seems a little optimistic for my liking.

[He goes back to mixing them more drinks. Something nice and strong with plenty of vodka.]

[superspeedbjs]

[Oh, Bond. She loves how you just know what she wants.]

It really is too optimistic, isn't it? Idealism can only take you so far before shit blows up in your face.