Entrance Post

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

And so. There's a very well dressed gentleman standing by the door to Milliways - naturally enough, he has a rather surprised expression on his face.

He's not wearing a tuxedo and there are no gorgeous women draping themselves over him. No vodka martini or Walther PPK in his hand either - in fact, he thinks he was about to get fired. So maybe he's a bit relieved to find himself here. He just wishes he knew where 'here' is.

James Bond is in the bar.

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[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Sure. sex appeal (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3262), please.

*She smiles*

I needed a drink when I first got here too.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He smiles at Chris, glad that he's not the only one who found all this a bit strange. He walks her to the bar and holds a chair out for her, then looks at the bar.

'You said that it didn't need a bartender so how does one order a drink?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Just ask her nicely. Usually there's someone bartending but otherwise, it's just her.

*She smiles*

Yours is free. First drinks are always free. I'll just put mine on my tab.

Want me to order, just so you can see?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'Would you mind? I'd appreciate that - but let me set up a tab so that I can get your drink, please.' In Bond's world, ladies do not pay for drinks in social settings.

'And then you must tell me where you're from.'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Sure.

Bar, This is Mr. Bond. He's new here and setting up a tab.

Can I have a sex appeal and ...for you James?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'I'm sure you don't need to ask the bar for sex appeal Chris...' He smiles a little slyly, then turns to the bar to give it a shot. 'I'd like a vodka martini please, shaken if you can.'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles back.*

Never hurts. You're quite the charmer, yourself.

*She pauses and the drinks come up*

See, just like that.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow at her and smiles. 'One tries,' he murmurs, before reaching for his drink. He's not expecting it to be good - but it is. Very good.

'So where are you from Chris?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Los Angeles, California, 2005.

*She takes a sip of her drink*

Yourself?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'London, England, 1964.'

He's a bit taken aback. It hadn't occured to him yet that people might be from different times, even though he had, of course, noticed that the interior design of the bar itself was somewhat more futuristic than he was used to.

'People's times are different then?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Yeah, some people I've met are from 1921 and others are from 2055. Different times, places, dimensions, universes.

Easy to boggle your mind.

*She smiles*

I should probably explain the rules to you as well.

No sex in the bar. Upstairs and outside is fine...but here is a no.

No fighting in the bar. We have security. Any threats, physical, or mental action can be reported to them. Don't try and solve things yourself.

No business. You can't sell stuff.

They're pretty easy to remember. I assume you won't have a problem with them.

*She smiles with another sip*

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He's bemused by her frankness - and her assumption. Not that he would ever choose to break a rule for the sake of it, but there have been times when it's unavoidable. He doesn't think it's likely here. He would normally solve everything himself but just doesn't envision any incident that might make it necessary.

'They should be no problem at all. I've nothing I want to sell, and I don't generally fight without good reason. And sex is not something to be done with other people around.' He flashes his grey/blue eyes at her with a mischevious grin.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She grins back*

Of coarse not.

Damn charm. Don't be attracted to James Bond. Don't be attracted to James Bond! Change subject.

So, any more questions? I'm here to help.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

There's a couple of questions he could ask her, but it might be a little too soon. So he just grins again and goes for something benign. Sort of benign.

'How does one get a room here? A man needs a bed after all.'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Not sure. I don't have one. I suppose you would ask the bar.

*She shrugs*

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'Ah, thats right. I suppose you have arrangements elsewhere.' He looks at the bar and just asks, 'Any chance of a room, old thing?'

And after a brief pause, a key appears. Engraved with the number 007, naturally. He grins at it, then looks back at Chris. 'So, do you just visit here whenever you feel like it? You have friends here?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*A light smile from her toward the key*

Well, usually I just get put here by a random door. I haven't been here that long. About a week myself..but I have made a few acquaintances.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He smiles as he raises his glass to his lips. 'Well, you know my room number now. Feel free to give me a knock if you're ever at a loss.'

Him, flirt? Never.

'Nice sort of people in here?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles*

Surely. You don't plan to stay locked up there all the time though, right? It'd be unfair to the other patrons.

*She can flirt, see*

Most people are nice. Others are dangerous. Some down right scary. Best to watch who you meet.

*She sighs*

I've already messed that up. I've already been threatened with death. That's what a mini-skirt attracts I guess.

*She smiles faintly*

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'Oh, I'm sure a mini-skirt attracts far more pleasant things than that. If it wants to.' He has a drink and keeps his eyes on her. 'I won't confine myself to my room without good reason, I promise you that. but with good reason...' He shrugs lightly and smiles.

'Dangerous and scary people. Right. I'll do my best to avoid them. Maybe I will stay in my room after all.' His tone is easy and joking, he's clearly not intimidated.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles*

Not easily spooked, huh? Me neither. That why I wasn't killed.

*She smirks*

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'No. I'd say that I'm not easily spooked.' He smiles. 'So what did you do to make someone threaten to kill you, if I may ask?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

He was being rude and I wouldn't take it. I beat him verbally and threatened to beat him physically. He threatened back and then disappeared...

I usually don't get so defensive...but he was very rude and I don't take it from anyone.

*She sighs*

He's around here sometimes, but why bother. He doesn't even deserve that.

*She's always been that defensive. Not necessarily a bad thing.*

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'Well, I shall have have to be careful what I say around you I think. You'll beat me to a pulp.' His eyes glint with amusement, but that doesn't mean he's not taking her seriously. He is - she's obviously got strength and he likes that.

'May I have his name? The man sounds like a coward.'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles*

He is a coward. Lobo...he's a demon, I think. Trust me. He's not even worth a thought.