010 ♣ [accidental video]

[doubleoohbaby]

[The feed switches to a blurred mass of objects, possibly even upside down at first as indecipherable voices can be heard. Another few seconds of this and the comm seems to right itself, a finger covering the video lense for moment until the camera shows off what looks like the inside of a bar, panning around shakily like a bad amateur video to eventually settle on showing the bright, smiling face of some nubile young lady who's holding the comm at arms length and waving enthusiastically to it. And then she's turning the video around to display a brief show of Mr. Infamous spy himself, Bond, sitting next to her with another young woman practically sprawled across him, and then to the City's resident DCI, Gene Hunt, who has a girl at each arm- twins by the look of it- not to mention blonde and busty. And there's alcohol, lots of it, beers, cocktails, martinis, champagne and more.]

You know what, here was me thinkin' 2010 was a load of bollocks. Glad to see that some things improved.

I told you, you just need to know the right people. Isn't that right, ladies?

[A chorus of agreements and giggles comes from the four girls at the booth as the video swings back towards Bond, the enthusiastic voice of a the girl holding the camera suddenly chirping her piece]

Jaaaames~ Say the martini line again~

Oh christ...

… Give me that!

[And the funs over, because a mildly bemused James is suddenly snatching for the comm and switching off the feed amidst a unison of complaints.]