[LET'S GET ~WASTED~]
WHO: James Bond, [OPEN]
WHERE: the baaaaar
WHEN: after seeing Tycho's dead body
WHAT: ALCOHOL MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER D:
James Bond was not a man who was bothered by death. As he'd told Vesper, he wouldn't be very good at his job if he was, and he was very good at his job. He also wasn't especially bothered by his own mortality. Double O's had a ( Read more... )
WHERE: the baaaaar
WHEN: after seeing Tycho's dead body
WHAT: ALCOHOL MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER D:
James Bond was not a man who was bothered by death. As he'd told Vesper, he wouldn't be very good at his job if he was, and he was very good at his job. He also wasn't especially bothered by his own mortality. Double O's had a ( Read more... )
He ordered a beer and took a seat. With a start Ianto realized that he was sitting next to a rather down looking Bond. He remained silent for a moment, drinking and wondering if he should say anything.
"Bad day, I take it?"
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His eyebrows knit together as he listens to Ianto's accent. "You wouldn't happen to be Mr. Ianto Jones would you?" he asks. "I'm Bond. James Bond." As if there were any uncertainty about which Bond he was ... Bond extends a hand for Ianto to shake, a friendly smile on his face.
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He smiles. "So you remembered me. Accent, right?" He can't help but notice - that the movies don't do him justice as he accepts the other man's hand in a firm handshake. "Pleasure to finally get to meet you Mr. Bond. How're you finding everything?"
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"Well ..." the corner of Bond's mouth twists in a half grimace. "I'm finding the whiskey drinkable ..." he says, holding up his glass as illustration. "As for ... everything ..."
He glances at Ianto, makes a split-second decision to be honest with him, at least partially. "I saw a dead body of a man who had the exact same face as me ..." The grimace is much more pronounced this time. "I hope that kind of think doesn't happen often," he offers with an attempt at levity, "because I don't think I'd like to go through that too many more times ..." No, it really wasn't that funny. Bond stares into the bottom of his glass for a long moment, as if the answers are there, before knocking the whole thing back in one long swallow. He refills his glass quickly and efficiently before turning back to Ianto.
"So, how about you?"
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Ianto nearly choked on a mouthful of whiskey. He set the glass down and looked at Bond seriously for a second. He hadn't heard of any deaths on base - when did this happen...? "What? Shit, I'm sorry - that's, gotta be rough..." He paused, shaking his head. "No. Not from what I've seen. There's only really been one incident that I can think of where ... but, no. Most of the stuff that happens around here isn't too hard to deal with." he tries for a hopefully somewhat reassuring smile. But really, who knows what the hell is going to happen next.
"Um...I'm --" He shrugs. "Okay I guess." Only half a lie and the rest was Ianto feeling uninteresting enough as it were without actually voicing it. So he takes another drink.
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"So ..." he continues after a long moment. "Life here isn't always explosions and people dying then?"
He's fishing for information sure, but he's also genuinely enjoying talking to Ianto. Something about the man reassures him, reminds him of someone ... Tanner maybe. The thought of M's harried assistant brings a fleeting smile to Bond's face.
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Ianto stops for a drink before continuing. "But there are bars, shopping malls, a library and the Holodeck so it's not all that bad 'round here."
It's probably more than he's said to anyone (save the Doctor) since getting here.
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