Bond's Office, Saturday

[doubleohblonde]

By this point in time, Bond was convinced that either his office was cursed, or the gremlins were deliberately breaking his heater every time Parent's Weekend rolled around. He figured that in this place, either option was equally likely

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[electrocynic]

"... I am having the strangest fucking deja vu right now."

That's because you only visited during Parents Weekend, Sarah. Or Shirtless Time, whichever it should have been called.

[doubleohblonde]

They were practically one and the same by now.

"Odd how we keep meeting like this," Bond said, wryly. "Should I ask if it's business, pleasure, or a need to break into the emergency alcohol that brings you to my door?"

[electrocynic]

"Brought tea," Sarah replied, showing off a thermos. "Though some alcohol to spice it up would not go amiss."

And she hadn't even talked to any parents yet.

[doubleohblonde]

In which case it was a precautionary measure.

"Scotch or brandy?" Bond asked, opening a drawer to retrieve a bottle.

Yes, it was completely normal to have both in a school office.