What is a coming of, but the last in a vegetable cab?
WHO: EDWARD NYGMA and JAMES BOND.
WHERE: Bond's penthouse.
WHEN: Friday, June 10th. Night.
WARNINGS: Mild violence.
SUMMARY: A few hours of drinks and sharp retorts between enemies.
FORMAT: Paragraphosphorus.
His finger was on the doorbell, holding a spiteful moment too long. A bottle of pinot noir was grasped by an ungloved hand. Edward Nygma wore a green suit and a smug smirk, his usual fare for battle. There was, admittedly, a wariness behind his confidence. James Bond was not a man to be carelessly taunted, no matter how tempting.
And Eddie was so easily tempted.
But there was utility to this encounter: James was poking his clandestine nose into one too many angles of Eddie's own agenda. Eddie wanted to find out why -- he had his suspicions, of course, but they were all stuck in a worst case scenario trench. He craved definitive answers, and answers with Mr. Bond always came at some price.
WHERE: Bond's penthouse.
WHEN: Friday, June 10th. Night.
WARNINGS: Mild violence.
SUMMARY: A few hours of drinks and sharp retorts between enemies.
FORMAT: Paragraphosphorus.
His finger was on the doorbell, holding a spiteful moment too long. A bottle of pinot noir was grasped by an ungloved hand. Edward Nygma wore a green suit and a smug smirk, his usual fare for battle. There was, admittedly, a wariness behind his confidence. James Bond was not a man to be carelessly taunted, no matter how tempting.
And Eddie was so easily tempted.
But there was utility to this encounter: James was poking his clandestine nose into one too many angles of Eddie's own agenda. Eddie wanted to find out why -- he had his suspicions, of course, but they were all stuck in a worst case scenario trench. He craved definitive answers, and answers with Mr. Bond always came at some price.