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WHO: Selina Kyle and James Bond
WHERE: Whatever bar
WHEN: Saturday night
SUMMARY: Friends and exes get together to do what they do best. Drink!
WARNINGS: James Bond
FORMAT: Para

There were days when Selina wasn't quite sure how the hell she ended up with so many people around that she cared about. Something about this reality made her Miss Popularity. But the real truth of the matter was that her friends here just tended to live a lot longer than the ones she'd had back home.

Still, she was always one to keep an eye on he friends when she could. Hell, she'd slipped up with Slam and things had gotten pretty bad there. Of course, James was good company when he wasn't sulking. They'd gotten drinks often enough as friends or otherwise that it almost seemed routine by now.

Another bar, another night. Same old story. Selina arrived a few minutes late, as was usual for her.

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James is there already. He'd been there for half an hour or so but had only got through a couple bottles of beer during his time waiting. He's people watching, as he does often enough, staring around the bar with mild disinterest, an expression he's used more and more of in the last few months.

When Selina enters, he manages a vague smile, raising his bottle towards her as he slumps back into his space in an empty booth. They'd got a rather good deal going on these days. Sure it wasn't sex, but at least there were still the meet ups and the alcohol and the fact she now owed him for the sweater incident.

She waves at the bartender for a round of something stronger before taking a seat across from James. "How are you?" His smile seems like an effort.

"Good, thank you. And yourself?" That smile of his is a little more genuine by the time she's sitting down.

"Not bad," she replies with her own smile. "Much like the company."

"Oh, you flatterer. What did you get us? Something strong I hope." A glance over at the bar where they're sorting the drinks.

"Old Fashioneds." She did like the odd mixed drink now and then. "Hope you haven't been waiting long."

Of course, he knew her well enough to know her timing. His own fault if he had been.

James is fine with anything alcoholic, so whatever she would have said would have gotten a small nod of approval.

"No, not long. Although waiting for you always feels like a lifetime, my dear."

"Charming." The drinks are delivered and she takes a sip. Nicely made. "How's life treating you?"

"Hn." He's not really sure how to answer that, so he's just going to drink and be satisfied by alcohol for the moment, and then; "Alright. Can't complain. Yourself?"

"About the same."

And then, because she's a prying pryer, "How's Vesper?"

"Better. How about Bruce?" Because if she wants to play that card, he'll play it right back.

"He's good." She almost sounds surprised by the fact.

Another sip. "They got me to join the Justice League. As a reserve member, at least."

He can't help but snort a soft laugh into his drink as he goes to take another sip. "The Justice League? I thought you'd already tried that team thing out?"

"That was just undercover." She shrugged a bit. "I thought I'd try something new."

"You're serious about it then?" He's curious about it. Never wanted to join a team himself, but he's done that sort of thing before.

"I guess." Although she doesn't sound too certain of that.

"Well, good luck with it then." That's all he really has to say on the matter. No witty words or sarcasm for today.

"Might need more than that," she replies dryly, taking another sip. "I guess part of me is curious to see just how much this place has changed me."

"You really think it has?" He's not sure it's changed him in the slightest, apart from made him exceptionally bored.

"Yeah." She was unusually self aware about these things. "For the better, I like to think."

"That's good, I suppose. You've certainly made plenty of friends..." And by friends he means 'man' friends. Because he still hates all her other partners.

She is pretty sure what he's hinting at, but it's easier to take things at face value here. "I didn't have many people I was close to back home. Or could trust," she said quietly. "Not like here."

And maybe she didn't really trust as many people as she seemed to, but it was still a much greater number than in Gotham.

"Mm."

He almost knows what she means. Almost. Though there's still a distinct lack of people he can trust around here. Meaning, no one. Except Selina, maybe.

"And how about you? Make any new friends?"

She might be a little surprised if he had.

"I don't make friends." A low mutter as he glances away.

She frowns a bit, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "We were friends before anything else."

There's a slow glance down to the hand, a forced smile and then he's withdrawing to wrap both hands around his glass instead. "I know. But you're not a new one."

"True enough." She picks up her own glass and takes a sip. "Fine, we don't have to talk about you."

"Good. That was the general intention."

Drinking too. Alcohol cures all his problems. That and smoking. "Got revenge yet?"

"What, on Osborn?" She gave him a nasty little smile. "Might have swung by the hospital with a sentimental little gift for him."

"Oh, I'd forgotten about him. No. I meant more so about the Christmas escapade."

"Oh, that." The one he had a stake in, of course. "Waiting until she doesn't expect it."

Also, she isn't sure what to do with puppets.

"Who cares if she does? It's all the same at the end."

Sip. "Good luck with it. I'll leave it all to you."

"Yeah."

A long sip of her own. "Busy with revenge somewhere else?"

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