RP: With Sarah Jane Smith, James Bond and Vesper Lynd
Getting back to his room had been a relatively simple shift, done with the ease and calmness that suggested it wasn't the first time Le Chiffre had dragged someone unconscious to a designated spot. His complete lack of conscience with such actions was also to be questioned, for his standard of morality was curious.
The final stop off was inside a spacious and overly neat bathroom, tidiness being a trait he often prided himself in, but perfection was not on his list of importance today.
He'd left the body up against the side of the bath, leaving the water running as he rolled up the sleeves of his dark shirt with an air of smug satisfaction. Who needs henchmen when you can manage something like this by yourself?
The final stop off was inside a spacious and overly neat bathroom, tidiness being a trait he often prided himself in, but perfection was not on his list of importance today.
He'd left the body up against the side of the bath, leaving the water running as he rolled up the sleeves of his dark shirt with an air of smug satisfaction. Who needs henchmen when you can manage something like this by yourself?