Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-11 22:36:00 |
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Who? James Bond & Grey White
Where? Mitchell's pub.
When? After the town meeting.
What? Failed flirtation.
Rating? High-ish.
Status? Ongoing, closed.
The meeting had gone surprisingly well. To be honest, James had only shown up in order to offer some moral support to Q. He already knew what his position was to be, and he had no intentions of starting any arguments with anyone. He wanted to let Q speak for himself- it would earn him more respect if he didn't have James fighting all of his battles for him anyway, but at least he was there in case it all got out of hand. As it happened, Q had managed himself very well, and hadn't let himself be trampled over by anyone.
And with business taken care of, James had dropped into the pub instead of heading straight home. Q was busy talking to all of his potential recruits- James would leave him there to vet them, and once he'd come to a decision, James would hold a meeting with the rapid response unit to work out the smaller details together.
As was usual in the pub, he mostly kept to himself. A lot of scotch later, he found that he was just staring into his glass with a great intensity, the depressive effect kicking in, unfortunately. Considering the mental health issues he'd been experiencing lately, it probably wasn't the best idea to be drinking, but it also didn't feel like a good time to go cold turkey. It was a bit late to be worrying about it, anyway.