Comments | thisisarea42: [LET'S GET ~WASTED~]

morechampagne in thisisarea42

[LET'S GET ~WASTED~]

Jan 03, 2009 00:28

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... )

ianto jones, elle bishop, james bond, andrew wells, gene hunt, the bar, drinking solves everything, anakin skywalker (teen)

Comments 34

(The comment has been removed)

morechampagne January 4 2009, 18:34:23 UTC

The kid a bar stool over from him seemed to be clearing his throat, fidgeting and glancing at Bond an awful lot.

With all the other shit he had to think about, or not think about, as it were, Bond didn't really want to deal with ... whatever this kid's problem was. But still, he might provide Bond with some information, and right now Bond needed all the information he could get. So he tried to smile pleasantly at the kid. "Can I help you?" he asked in his ~*secksie*~ British accent.

(The comment has been removed)

morechampagne January 5 2009, 04:55:08 UTC

"Ahhh, right, Andrew." Bond crinkled up his face in a really? expression at Andrew's imitation of him, but didn't comment.

"Yes, boom, explosions." Bond was internally debating whether Andrew would be a source of any more information. Given that he was already after like half a drink, probably not. "Well I'll let you get back to your drink then ..." Bond started to turn away, back to his whiskey ...

Thread 8

welcometo_life January 3 2009, 07:19:28 UTC

Elle was sitting at the bar on base because...well, why not? She hadn't explored the base since arriving, and was starting to feel like a shut-in. It didn't take her long to notice the very pretty man sitting next to her and, motioning to the bartender for another vodka cranberry, she turned to look at him.

"Rough day?"

morechampagne January 4 2009, 18:42:59 UTC

A woman's voice reached him, as he downed his third whiskey. "You could say that," he said, turning to look at her. "But-" he paused as he saw her face, then gave her a once-over, the corner of his mouth raising. "It's just gotten considerably ... smoother."

"James Bond," he said, extending a hand. "And you are ...?" He was smiling his most charming smile, which was very charming indeed.

welcometo_life January 4 2009, 18:52:56 UTC

Elle very nearly choked her drink when he introduced himself. She was still getting used to the whole "fictional" thing. She turned on her seat to get a better view. "The James Bond?"

She arched an eyebrow at him, enjoying way too much the way he was looking at her. "Aren't you supposed to be drinking a martini?"

morechampagne January 5 2009, 05:09:25 UTC

"That's me ..." Bond was a little non-pulsed by her reaction; yes many people seemed to know his name, but he also seemed to be some kind of ... big deal. But if there was a man who could take the curve balls life threw at him without missing a beat, it was James Bond. "A lot of people seem to know that," he said with a smile before leaning in a little closer to her, creating an illusion of intimacy. "I'm apparently her Majesty's worst kept secret," he murmured, with a private little half smile directed at her like she was the only woman in the room.

Bond glanced at his glass with a raised eyebrow. "Usually, but nothing says I can't enjoy a good single malt, does it?"

"I notice you didn't answer my question," he continued with a rakish smile. "You want to be a mystery woman then?"

armed_guv January 3 2009, 12:59:03 UTC

Gene knows what a man drinking to forget looks like, so he wordlessly slides over the entire bottle of scotch he had intended to have for himself.

"You look like yer need it," he says, which is as close to Gene Hunt sympathy as most people are ever likely to see.

morechampagne January 4 2009, 18:51:10 UTC

James raises his eyebrow at the unexpected offering. He does needed it but ... he's not ready to trust anything yet, in this place. Well, of course he trusted the bartender, but if one can't even get a drink around here, James will just give up. Life isn't ... livable without the sweet blessing of alcohol.

"I wouldn't say no at that," he concedes to his new drinking companion. He quickly and efficiently fills two glasses and slides one back to the other man. "Cheers," he says, raising his glass slowly, timing it so the other man will take a drink first ...

like_animals January 3 2009, 18:57:17 UTC

Anakin slunk into the bar. He'd probably scarred that one kid for life, and he knew now that he'd actually talked to the dead guy (Tycho? Yeah, Tycho) once and he'd really blown it this time.

"What do you mean, no one under twenty-one?" he shouted at the bartender. "Well, fuck you buddy, I am twenty-one," he said, waving his fingers and using the Force liberally.

He took his fruity mixed drink and sulked next to the dead guy's twin.

morechampagne January 4 2009, 18:55:03 UTC

Bond looks up as someone slides into the seat next to him. Great, just what he needed, someone who was there in the room at the blast, to remind him of what he was trying to forget. Still ... the words come spilling out of his mouth before he can think to stop them. "You were there, weren't you? Did you ... did you know him?"

Bond quickly turned and drained his glass, half hoping the kid would not answer ...

like_animals January 4 2009, 18:58:50 UTC

Anakin starts. "Force! You look just like that guy!"

Thank you, Anakin.

He motions for another fruity mixed drink. "I mean...I didn't really know him, I just talked to him that one time, but the other me looked like he knew him pretty well...I'm really worried about the kid."

He looked down guiltily. "I fucked it up back there with him."

morechampagne January 5 2009, 16:56:57 UTC

Way to be sensitive Anakin. >(

It's nearly impossible to follow Anakin's ramblings for someone who doesn't already know all the players intimately. Other me? What? However, Bond can guess that 'the kid' was the shell-shocked looking kid he saw Anakin talking to at the bomb site, and he files the rest away to decipher later.

For some unknown reason, he feels like consoling Anakin. "... violence like that is always difficult to deal with. I'm sure you did the best you could."

"The kid ..." Bond shook his head. "The kid has had to learn very quickly it's a tough world out there ... whether he'll be ok or not is ultimately up to him." Speaking from experience perhaps Mr. Bond?

Bond raises an eyebrow at Anakin's drink. "You sure you don't want anything stronger?" he asks. Of course, he does notice that Ani's underage, but that doesn't matter much to Bond ...

Thread 17

morethanateaboy January 3 2009, 21:01:54 UTC

Having nowhere to be, and not wanting to resume residence in his room, or the library at the risk of finding something there that would keep him in the room for any longer - Ianto chose the bar. Maybe just for a drink, or two. He didn't really feel like getting particularly wasted or anything tonight.

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?"

morechampagne January 5 2009, 17:01:29 UTC

Bond glances up at the man sitting next to him. "There are bad days, and there are bad days," he says by way of a reply. It's not strictly an evasion, but it might seem like it.

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.

morethanateaboy January 9 2009, 05:38:41 UTC

"Mmm." Ianto nods, orders two whiskeys and sends back the beer. The other man looks like he needs it and how many times does one get to drink with James Bond? Even for Torchwood ... that is something.

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?"

morechampagne January 10 2009, 07:16:18 UTC

"Yes, the accent," Bond agrees with a wry smile.

"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?"

Thread 7