Vesper Lynd, Casino Royale, An Outpost Between 11 and 13

Oct 19, 2008 00:04

It was the dinner jacket. She'd spotted Bond removing it from his closet and hanging up on the washroom door, and had gone to investigate when he'd left to check over the car M had so thoughtfully left for him. She'd lifted up the light plastic and fingered heavy fabric with a frown, her eyes traveling over the cut of shoulder and waist. No, it ( Read more... )

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avengingtilly October 19 2008, 15:17:40 UTC
[ ooc: bear with me. not familiar with the setting -- but one Bond girl deserves to meet the other, eh? ;) ]

Not too far away sits a young dark-haired woman nursing a glass of brandy and what appears to be a headache. Certainly the hand she is pressing against her forehead, and the way her head is leaning against her hand, suggests as much.

She isn't sure who's worse to deal with: that Goldfinger character, or Bond.

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an_evensong October 19 2008, 16:26:31 UTC
One really can't help but notice the other patrons of a bar--especially one you haven't seen before, and Vesper, perhaps like a cat, is sometimes curious. She doesn't know this young woman or why she appears to be searching for some sort of answer in the brandy she's toying with or the bartop itself.

When Vesper's martini (dry, gin) arrives, she can't help but glance at the girl with some composed interest over the top of her glass.

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avengingtilly October 19 2008, 21:07:51 UTC
Tilly doesn't hold her head for much longer. She drops her hand to the counter, still frowning, and takes a sip of her brandy. It's only then that she notices she's being watched.

"Hello," she says with a cool, composed voice. She's unmistakably from London.

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an_evensong October 19 2008, 22:56:20 UTC
"Hello," says Vesper, and puts her drink down. "I don't think we've met."

That...isn't something to be wary about, necessarily, but her guard is up, certainly. She's seen no-one recognizable since coming in here, and what with MI-6 calling for a report and Bond's damned recklessness, she feels justified in being a little more cautious than usual.

She doesn't offer her hand to shake...yet, instead, keeping it on the bar in plain view and within easy reach if the other woman would like to be acquainted. If not...then she'll return to her drink. She hasn't any pressing need to make friends tonight.

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