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WHO: Selina and Bruce
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Friday evening before everyone gets kiddified
SUMMARY: Selina finds a copy of a certain movie with a certain ex of hers and decides to give it a watch. Bruce stops by while she's watching.
WARNINGS: Possible angst and definite spoilers for Casino Royale
FORMAT: Whatever
It had taken some searching of old conversations. Maybe it had only been weeks here, but for her it had been more like a year. But she'd finally found that movie that Kurt had recommended she watch. The Princess Bride. A comedy.
Maybe not the best choice after the whole mess with the Ren Faire. But yet another friend had been Ported out. Lassiter had been her for almost as long as she could remember. He'd helped her get Ramus properly licensed, which had made things a lot easier despite her utter disregard for the system. She'd liked him, for all he was a cop.
So yeah, a comedy seemed the right choice right now, rare as it was for her to actually sit down and watch a movie.
She'd gone down to a small video store not too far from her place. One she'd never actually been in, and it looked like they were going out of business. She was searching for the comedy section when a familiar-looking face caught her attention from the cover of a case on the endcap.
It was James.
She snapped up the disc case. Yes, it was definitely him. Hard not to recognize a guy you'd slept with for a few months. Plus it said "Ian Fleming's James Bond" right there up at the top. 007. She flipped it over and caught a glimpse of a woman she was pretty sure was Vesper. Herd to tell with the small picture. But sure enough, the little blurb on the back mentioned her by name.
She figured he'd probably been Ported out when she'd lost touch with him after the whole faking his death stunt. But still, holding the movie in her hand cut a little deeper than she would have expected.
The Princess Bride was forgotten. Twenty minutes later, she was back in her apartment, watching black and white grainy images of an all-too-familiar face. And several she didn't know. The menu music faded out and started over. It sounded appropriate to her somehow, not that she'd ever really thought about anyone she knew having theme music.
James' life, which he'd tried so hard to avoid discussing. Splashed up on her big-screen TV for less than $10 with the closeout sale.
She only hesitated a moment longer before hitting play.
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Friday evening before everyone gets kiddified
SUMMARY: Selina finds a copy of a certain movie with a certain ex of hers and decides to give it a watch. Bruce stops by while she's watching.
WARNINGS: Possible angst and definite spoilers for Casino Royale
FORMAT: Whatever
It had taken some searching of old conversations. Maybe it had only been weeks here, but for her it had been more like a year. But she'd finally found that movie that Kurt had recommended she watch. The Princess Bride. A comedy.
Maybe not the best choice after the whole mess with the Ren Faire. But yet another friend had been Ported out. Lassiter had been her for almost as long as she could remember. He'd helped her get Ramus properly licensed, which had made things a lot easier despite her utter disregard for the system. She'd liked him, for all he was a cop.
So yeah, a comedy seemed the right choice right now, rare as it was for her to actually sit down and watch a movie.
She'd gone down to a small video store not too far from her place. One she'd never actually been in, and it looked like they were going out of business. She was searching for the comedy section when a familiar-looking face caught her attention from the cover of a case on the endcap.
It was James.
She snapped up the disc case. Yes, it was definitely him. Hard not to recognize a guy you'd slept with for a few months. Plus it said "Ian Fleming's James Bond" right there up at the top. 007. She flipped it over and caught a glimpse of a woman she was pretty sure was Vesper. Herd to tell with the small picture. But sure enough, the little blurb on the back mentioned her by name.
She figured he'd probably been Ported out when she'd lost touch with him after the whole faking his death stunt. But still, holding the movie in her hand cut a little deeper than she would have expected.
The Princess Bride was forgotten. Twenty minutes later, she was back in her apartment, watching black and white grainy images of an all-too-familiar face. And several she didn't know. The menu music faded out and started over. It sounded appropriate to her somehow, not that she'd ever really thought about anyone she knew having theme music.
James' life, which he'd tried so hard to avoid discussing. Splashed up on her big-screen TV for less than $10 with the closeout sale.
She only hesitated a moment longer before hitting play.