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[callitavesper]

Last night was...interesting, to say the least. Today seems to be the same, largely because he can't leave.

If anything, the coffee is delicious.

Not sufficient compensation for the missing door, though.

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[notanarc]

Byers came to Milliways today with the intention of dropping off Sarah's gift... and left it back at home.

After sufficient facepalming he decides to get some coffee before he heads back, since it's Christmas Eve and Frohike's cooking and Langly's grumpy because Jimmy won't stop singing Christmas carols and it's all very chaotic.

So, coffee.

He walks to the bar and orders himself a mug, accidentally kicking the man's chair on the way over.

Quickly: "Sorry."

[callitavesper]

Bond glances at Byers, shrugging. It's not a problem.

[notanarc]

He gives the man a little smile before turning away to retrieve his mug, then suddenly turns back with a questioning expression.

"... I don't know you, do I?"

He has one of those faces.

[callitavesper]

"Do you know Simon Skinner?" he asks, with a (very) faint smirk.

[notanarc]

Byers furrows his brows.

"Yes, but... he has a moustache."

[callitavesper]

"And I don't, but I've been mistaken for him twice already."

[notanarc]

"Are you new?" he asks, blinking.

[callitavesper]

He blinks.

"New here, yes."

[notanarc]

"Oh," Byers says, sounding pleasantly surprised. "Welcome to Milliways, then."

Offering his hand: "I'm John Byers."

[callitavesper]

The offered hand is shaken. "And I'm Bond. James Bond."

[notanarc]

... whut.

He freezes mid-shake and suddenly looks very, very, very confused.

[callitavesper]

Dryly: "You've heard of me."

[notanarc]

"Yes," he says, blinking. "Yes, I know your wife --"

But -- how can he be new?

BRAINHURTY.

[callitavesper]

Bond tenses. For a second.

The man's not talking about Tracy.

He relaxes.

"Sarah Jane Smith?"

[notanarc]

He nods.

[callitavesper]

"She's not my wife."