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[callitavesper]

[ Vesper leaves. ]This is James Bond

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[his_sarah_jane]

"I saw you kiss her, you know."

Unsurprisingly, there is a Sarah Jane that sits down uninvited next to him. She places a hand on his thigh as she looks up at him, eyes wide and thoughtful. She studies him for seconds more, trying to think of what to say next. She wants to be reassuring, but she knows James better than that. The only way she's going to get him to admit to anything is to stay blunt and firm.

So: "She's gone now, isn't she?"

[callitavesper]

"Yes."

He sips from the glass.

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah rolls her eyes. She shouldn't have expected more.

"And?"

[callitavesper]

"That's it."

[song_tra_bong]

Strictly speaking, the tarot aren't psychic. They just Know things a little sooner and a little deeper than anybody else.

So Mary Anne doesn't ask James what's wrong, just takes a seat across from him with her own glass and says, "I'm sorry."

[callitavesper]

"You're sorry about what?"

The words aren't harsh, but they are reserved.

[song_tra_bong]

She takes a sip of her drink.

"She left, didn't she?"

[callitavesper]

"Who left?"

[enchantingtales]

Scheherazade, in her exploration of the bar and its properties, has come across the Secluded Booth area, and caught sight of James.

... Why are all the men here so surly? They aren't even enchanted, that she can tell.

People really ought to count their blessings!

"Peace upon you," she says anyway, with a sympathetic smile.

[callitavesper]

Bond glances up from his drink, a vaguely confused expression on his face. "Pardon?'

[enchantingtales]

"I said," Scheherazade repeats, looking a little amused, "'peace be upon you.'"

Well, actually, what she says is "Assalamu 'Alaikum." "Peace be upon you" is just how it comes out.

To her, this is all perfectly clear!

[callitavesper]

"Oh." He looks vaguely confused. It's not every day random people wish him peace. "Thank you."