IC contact

[doubleoohbaby]

Bond. Leave a message.

( Texts. Phone calls. Pictures. Video. If you can think of a reason why you'd have Bond's number, go ahead. )

Comments

[hexappeal]

I could, if you really want me to. But I'd hate to emasculate you. Though I suppose everyone already knows you're not the one in our relationship who wears the pants.

Strange, since I don't often wear pants. [She gives him a pull toward the door to kickstart movement.]

[doubleoohbaby]

I'm hardly concerned about my machismo image, darling. People can think what they want, if they decide to voice their thoughts in a negative manner, I'll merely smash their face in and ask them to repeat it. [James dun cuuuur what the public think, good job seeing as he's trailing after Zee so obediently right now.]

[hexappeal]

It's like you're purposely trying to make me throw you down on the bed and refuse to let you leave it for the next day and the half. [But she's already moving. She's dressed, he's dressed. They're adults. They can wait to get their unf on.]

[doubleoohbaby]

Oh, don't say things like that. I'm too tired to properly restrain myself. [Or restrain Bond Jnr., down boy. But it's okay, he can keep his dick down in public, it's a skill.]

[hexappeal]

I suppose I'll have to restrain you then. Later, of course. [It's impossible for her not to take a jab with that. It was too easy. ...so, the real reason he's a double-oh, huh?]

Now, lead the way, will you? We can go get your cat on the way home. [She ain't sayin' her name in public. Not unless she can get a worthwhile reaction out of those around her, heh.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Down to the lobby and out into the open. The diner literally is down the road, on a nearby corner.] I'll get Pussy on the way back? Mm, that's good news.

[He's pretty slowly at leading though.]

[hexappeal]

If you play your cards right. [She thinks she's as funny as he thinks he is, it would seem.]

So, what do you plan on having? I'm thinking two and a half pots of coffee and carbs. I'm still feeling that alcohol from the night before last.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Wow so mature.]

Eggs. Bacon. Possibly a load of pancakes as well and plenty of black coffee. Sounds like a balanced breakfast to me. [Hey he's getting plenty of protein and carbs needed for his manly diet ok.]

[hexappeal]

[He's no better!!]

Quite an appetite you've worked up. [She bumps her hip against his, just enough that he can feel it.] Anyway, about that. I might've panicked a touch and got completely smashed. I'd brought Bruce along to police my drinking, but I guess I threatened to turn him into a dove, so he let me keep drinking.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Holding the door open for her when they finally reach the diner.] You chose the least forceful bloke to try and keep you from misbehaving. [Failed logic.]

[hexappeal]

I chose the kind that would do his best to keep a promise and sooner faint than take advantage of me. Not that I'd do anything stupid. [Even Han's will wasn't so strong that if she were drunk and all over him that he might not do something he'd regret. He was secretly kind of a pushover...

She enters the diner with a slight nod of thanks toward him, waiting for him to find a place for them to sit.] Does that make sense?

[doubleoohbaby]

Could have gone for Mitch. At least we know he's gay. [James just doesn't trust any dude not to take advantage. Well, he just doesn't trust, full stop.

Anyway, picking a spot the other side of the diner, away from the main entrance and in good view of it. Paranoia, man.]

[hexappeal]

Mitch is always busy and he's asexual, not gay. I think Nathan would have encouraged me to drink more. [She doesn't seem to mind his paranoia and probably would have chosen the same spot, if not by the window. She usually likes sitting by the window, or on patios.]

Anyway, pretty sure he's gay. Bruce, I mean. [She moves to sit across from him, but stops short and slides to a spot beside him.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Seeing as she's chose to sit next to him, he's just going to have to put a hand on her lap rather than play footsie.]

I figured he was just a blushing virgin.

[hexappeal]

[She lifts her leg in acknowledgment. Just enough that it can be felt moving.]

No, he's "not interested in that," basically. Seems to harbor a healthy crush on Han, though.

[doubleoohbaby]

You certainly know how to pick them. [He's not judgin' though, man. He is all good with her having healthy friendships with dudes so long as sexing stays out of the equation.]

[hexappeal]

I know. [She won't mention Daimon, though. Not because he flirted so heavily with her, but because he was hot-tempered and she could only see it going down with them beating the shit out of one another over literally nothing. Ugh, angry magic guys.] He's a decent guy, though. Not quite my type, too scrawny.

[doubleoohbaby]

[James reaches for the menu on the table despite the fact he's already made up his mind.] Which is why you're so glad for such a hunk to finally return.

[hexappeal]

Don't make me embarrass you in public, honey. [She just leans over his shoulder and reads the menu from there. She was still pretty set on pancakes, toast, and all the coffee they had, as strong as they had it.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Tilting it towards her, because really, he's not actually looking except maybe glancing at the pies. He's being a fatty ok, don't judge.] How kind of you to warn me, sweetheart.

[hexappeal]

[Coincidentally, that's now what she is peering at. She won't get one, but if he does she will pick at it.] Anytime.

[doubleoohbaby]

[But he won't share. She is not allowed any.]

How drunk did you get?

[hexappeal]

Oh, now you ask. Let's see, I... [She looks up at the ceiling, more ashamed than she might let on.] Threatened to turn Bruce into several animals, cried several times, did some karaoke, and teleported him and myself into the East River instead of my house -- twice. If that's any indication. [She doesn't mention how much crying or how she was red and poofy and just upset. Ugh.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Even with the whole crying thing (he feels kinda bad but again, couldn't be helped) James can't help but smile, nodding over a waitress for them to place their orders, his own being exactly what he'd said, black coffee and all.]

Sounds like you owe him an apology.

[hexappeal]

[She knows he couldn't help it. It was only mentioned because... well, it was the truth. When the waitress comes over, she gets exactly what she said she was (but strawberries with the pancakes, of course) and her coffee black. She'll pick a bit of sugar from the packets herself, maybe.]

I did the morning after. I think I tried to spoon him a few times, but he was pretty mortified by it.