Re: The Bar: several drinks in
Bond-Three-Martinis-In didn't notice the discrepancy between facade and reality in the case of the girl. That she could dance gelled easily with his perception of how the night would go. It created no incongruence, no wrinkle in the fabric of the night. He only smiled as he danced and dreamed a little. A kiss wasn't in the cards. The writers broke from tradition or maybe the effects of the drink were wearing thin on the leading man's skin. Either way, whatever she offered (even if it was only openness to possibility), he was too oblivious to notice.
His confession was nothing. Shared with his easy intimacy, he didn't think on it with any depth. Instead, he held the girl flower as she clung to him closely and as her eyes seemed to close. He nodded, once, just before his foot caught on hers. Shit. "Well," he said, as he righted himself, using her for the leverage of it, "I should… go…"
The effortless charm seemed to have vanished to nothing but sud-stain on skin. The man went from leading man to comic relief in all of about five minutes, and he just wasn't here for that. Not to mention, he could dance, but not without blathering. And, again, not here for that.
"So, thanks! I'd kiss your hand or something, but that'd just be weird for both of us." He settled for patting the girl on the shoulder awkwardly as he stepped back, away. His smile was almost as winning as it had been before, but it was born of nerves. He pushed a hand through his hair. "And thanks for making my night… good… too. Okay, bye."
And, then he left. Quickly. The movie's plot really fell apart at the end, didn't it?