[ Q is miserable. usually he timed his exits perfectly, but tonight he'd been distracted looking over an algorithm written by one of his old professors. the lingering group of programmers had used a combination of peer pressure and guilt to persuade him, and an hour later Q found himself attempting to take arms against a sea of drunken agents and by opposing end their bloody drunken raving.
the text to bond is a last effort to distract his fellows long enough to escape. he wouldn't count bond as a friend so much as an ally, but he knows the man would never turn down a drink and an opportunity to see Q humiliated. he's counting on that smug nature as he watches the front door, nodding to james as his initial scan of the bar brings his gaze to their group. ]
clearly my body is ready
[ Q is miserable. usually he timed his exits perfectly, but tonight he'd been distracted looking over an algorithm written by one of his old professors. the lingering group of programmers had used a combination of peer pressure and guilt to persuade him, and an hour later Q found himself attempting to take arms against a sea of drunken agents and by opposing end their bloody drunken raving.
the text to bond is a last effort to distract his fellows long enough to escape. he wouldn't count bond as a friend so much as an ally, but he knows the man would never turn down a drink and an opportunity to see Q humiliated. he's counting on that smug nature as he watches the front door, nodding to james as his initial scan of the bar brings his gaze to their group. ]