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WHO: James Bond and Sally Jupiter
WHERE: Outside the MAC and onwards from there...
WHEN: 7ish, after this
WARNINGS: Idek, but it's Bond.
SUMMARY: Sally likes the charmers, Bond likes the pretty ladies. Dinner is clearly need.
FORMAT: Whatevs, para on first post, then whichever.

Bond gets to the MAC building in plenty of time, just on the off chance that Sally had been incredibly early herself. It even gives him a chance to go inside while he's waiting and spy around, get a feel for the building, check out the layout, and all the other important things he may one day need to know. By the time he's exiting to wait outdoors once more, he's idly adjusting his tie on some overly expensive and well-tailored black suit. He's only been here a couple of days, but he's already got a good place to stay, a wardrobe full, and now ladies to dine with. Naturally.

It's not like he even minds waiting, because when he's outside like this, he can casually lean while doing his favourite hobby: people watching. It truly is amazing what you find out from people just by watching them for hours on end.

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"Well, that's what I'm here for, to make this place as homey as possible for gentlemen such as yourself," Sally chuckles. Actually, that wasn't what Sally was here for, considering nobody knew the reason behind their being 'ported in. Sally was here for the same reason as everyone else: for that vague bullshit of being a hero in a city without a strong police force.

With the waiter gone and the two of them alone, Sally leans forward slightly, clasping her hands together. Her tongue had been itching, wanting to talk and gush about her life as a vigilante, but she held back. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her life as a crime fighting, in fact it was the total opposite. Those were the best damn years of her life, give or take a few happenings. But she was well aware that some people didn't want to listen to her entire life story (even though she did edit it, for obvious reasons).

"So, you're still interested in hearin' about my vigilante career? Though I would certainly not mind it if you talked about what you did, Mr. Bond. Back at home, that is."

no need to apologise!

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Bond's leaning forward onto the table, elbows perched on the edge of it as he leans just enough to seem interested without getting too much in her face. Add that to the fact he's raising an eyebrow in curiosity while smiling politely, and you've got one very interested looking male.

It's all pleasantries though. Bond being Bond- the massive prick that he is- generally has absolutely no interest in hearing about peoples life stories, or even what they have to say about themselves. He doesn't care and certainly doesn't understand the need for ever talking about oneself, just because he never ever does. His present is a secret and always will be. His history remains history and doesn't get dug up if he can help it. And his future... well, that's pretty bleak, considering the life expectancy of agents like him.

But this... at least this was about vigilantes. He might even be able to dig up some useful information about the way things work around here from a talk like this.

"No, no, I have little of interest to add. Now please, tell me all about it. I want all the details." The little bastard manages to sound so genuine too.