‘ aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink? ’ UGH
Lucky indeed.
Bond had always dreaded long stays in London, much preferring to get back into the field as quickly as possible. Now though, with the American next to him on the sofa and the window open letting in a summer breeze, he found himself feeling oddly close to content (though the gunshot wound in his leg made things a bit more uncomfortable than he would like). It was times like this that reminded him that his life wasn’t all bad at the moment.
“Speaking of which, a top up would be much appreciated,” he smiled cheekily, handing his empty glass to Napoleon. Maybe he was milking the injury a bit, but surely he deserved to. “And please tell me you’re not being dragged into work tomorrow. I’m quite enjoying our current routine.”
