It had been downright precious that the boyfriend of whatever girl who had decided to put on this little impromptu party had 'warned without warning' James off of his ladyfriend.
The girl was clearly far, far too young for him, and frankly as he got older Bond had less of a desire to go after attached women. Too messy. And he didn't care to over complicate his own situation at home if he could help it.
But a night surrounded by beautiful women and decent drinks was welcome at this point, as a great deal had been required of him at late. MI6 had warned him that the OC was a hotbed of bizarre activity, and they certainly had not been kidding.
Rest and relaxation were always in order. On his own terms.