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The Bar
Jan 15, 2007 21:56:36 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Jan 15, 2007 21:56:36 GMT -5
Sydney thought for a moment. "The United States government needs to bring this man to justice if he is, in fact, Booth. Do you have any information on him at all? His where abouts, daily routine, etc?"
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The Bar
Jan 15, 2007 22:02:37 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Jan 15, 2007 22:02:37 GMT -5
"I suppose I could be wrong. He could be Edgar Allen Poe."
*Bond sipped his drink*
"Perhaps if we had someone- a detective, a reporter, someone with experience- try to gather information..."
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The Bar
Jan 15, 2007 22:10:14 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Jan 15, 2007 22:10:14 GMT -5
"I'm not hiring anyone for this," she said flatly.
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The Bar
Jan 15, 2007 22:12:14 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Jan 15, 2007 22:12:14 GMT -5
"Fine. Forget I mentioned it."
*The waitress winked in Bond's direction*
"Excuse me."
*Bond got up and followed her into a back room*
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The Bar
Jan 15, 2007 22:16:46 GMT -5
Post by Sydney on Jan 15, 2007 22:16:46 GMT -5
Sydney shook her head, brought her cup to her lips, and snorted mirthlessly before taking a sip. She quietly sat there for a while, planning things out...
She did need some help. Perhaps Irene...
"Keep the change," she said to the bartender, tossing him a few coins and leaving the place.
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 17:22:54 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Feb 5, 2007 17:22:54 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*Bond led Buffy to the bar and ordered his customary drink ((I don't need to write it, we all know it)). He turned to Buffy.*
"And for you?"
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 17:34:03 GMT -5
Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 5, 2007 17:34:03 GMT -5
*This was so not like her. But what the hell? She was supposed to be dead, anyway.* "Um, rum and coke." *The bartender looked at her blankly.* "Oh, right. Um... Strawberry Daquiri? No. Margarita? No... um..." *She gave up.* "White wine?"
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 17:36:50 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Feb 5, 2007 17:36:50 GMT -5
*Bond ordered some expensive, aged, and snooty-sounding form of white wine*
"So, Buffy. What brings us together on this fine day?"
Not as if she'd say who she's working for, but it's worth a shot.
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 17:56:27 GMT -5
Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 5, 2007 17:56:27 GMT -5
*Buffy cocked her head.* "Other than our exquisite good taste?"
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:00:18 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Feb 5, 2007 18:00:18 GMT -5
"Aside from that."
*He leaned against the bar*
"You look like a woman who knows what she wants. So why don't you share that with me?"
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:04:25 GMT -5
Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 5, 2007 18:04:25 GMT -5
*Buffy smiled. Bond was forthright--she liked that. Unless it was Spike, of course, where it was just dirty.*
"I heard you were in town, and I was curious. You've been making quite the impression as... a man who knows what he wants." *She sipped her wine. It was really good, not that she'd know the difference. Or care that much.* "I just wanted to know if everything I'd heard was true." *She eyed him up and down.* "So far, so good."
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:06:44 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Feb 5, 2007 18:06:44 GMT -5
*Bond was about to reply, when a thought struck him*
She's not an enemy agent. She's just been talking to...
"Sarah put you up to this, didn't she?" Bond asked, half-laughing, half-groaning*
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:16:34 GMT -5
Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 5, 2007 18:16:34 GMT -5
*Buffy took a sip of her wine and chuckled.* "Sarah did warn me about you. But my knowledge of your activities goes way beyond that. Besides, people talk. It's not like I'd want anyone to believe everything they heard about me."
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:20:07 GMT -5
Post by James Bond on Feb 5, 2007 18:20:07 GMT -5
*Bond sighed* "Refuse to let a vampire bite you and you never hear the end of it." Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't have metioned vampires. Girl must think I'm nuts.((And now, sadly, I must be going. ))
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The Bar
Feb 5, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 5, 2007 18:26:54 GMT -5
*Buffy rolled her eyes.* "Oh, don't I know it. But it's way worse when you *do* let them, let me tell you. Like they own you or something."
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