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]

[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.