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. Thanks.

*She smiles*

Good. So, what do you do? or did you do?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He orders the drinks. 'I'm a civil servant back in London. It means I work for my government - office job for the most part, very boring.' And that's mostly true - it can be pretty boring when he's stuck in his office. The exciting assignments only happen about three times a year. 'What about you?'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Similar. I'm SWAT. Special weapons and tactics. I work for the government. Not such a office job, but still alot of paperwork.

*She smiles*

(ooc:sorry, have to go in ten minutes. Slowtime?)

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He laughs. 'There's paperwork in every government position, it's the best way for them to make sure we con't get anything done. You have an impressive job though - sounds like it might be fun.'

He won't admit to knowing anything about weapons or tactics unless he has to. Discretion is an instinct by now.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles*

Yeah. It is to a certain degree...but it can be extremely serious at times.

Everyone looks to us.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'That sort of job always is. What made you choose it?'

It's hard for him to imagine a woman choosing that lifestyle - and isn't entirely convinced that females are up to it.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Well, my father was a cop. He died on an arrest. I guess I looked up to him alot. So, when I was old enough I joined the army, then the LAPD, and I wanted to be on SWAT. So, I put in an application and got it.

It's part of me doing it for my dad and the rest of my family and part of me doing it for myself.

Somebody's got to protect the innocent.

*She smiles*

Why'd you pick it?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He's not sure how to respond to the personal information she's giving him. So he keeps it short, but truthful.

'That's admirable Chris.'

He sips at his drink. 'I was in the Navy during the war and for a while afterwards - had to do something when I left. Decided to stay with the government.'

If he decided to explain the whole thing, they'd be there for hours. And he's just not into sharing, not so soon after meeting somone anyway.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I guess.

*A light smile*

Hmm...interesting.

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

'You're welcome, I guess.' He gives it to her in a passable Californian accent, garnished with a winsome grin. And then puts his glass down. 'No, not interesting at all but there you have it. Story of my life. But I don't mind it, so there you go.'

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*She smiles*

Like things the way they are?

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

He shrugs a little. 'The routine gets a bit boring so a few times a year I shake it up a little, find something more interesting to do for a while. It keeps things fresh. Other than that, I'm happy enough in London.'

He's probably one of the people in the world least suited to routine and boredom, but there's only so many missions it's possible to accept every year. What with recuperation and everything - he generally needs some time for that he's discovered.

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

That's good.

*She sighs and finishes her drink*

Well, I'm off. Work is always on call and I got to get home.

*She smiles*

Thanks for the drink. Sure I'll see you around. Bye

*She takes off*