with wasplisbeth

[doubleoohbaby]

By some stroke of luck, Bond had managed to succeed in that stake out job without much stumbling. By the time he'd been found out, it was too late for the group to back out and even after their amateur attempt at getting rid of him, James has easily got his evidence and got out of there. There wasn't any killing, which he supposes was a good thing

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[wasplisbeth]

She does trust him, it is contrary to her belief statement and that trust isn't complete and functional but it's there none the less. It would seem like such a waste to have her fear completely override her want to go on such a kick ass boat while enjoying some exceptional fishing. Plus, she can't see any reason why he would even bother killing her, it's not advantageous to him, outside of the fact that he displays sociopathic tendencies. But they both did so maybe it just ends up being a wash in the end. Let's not bicker and argue over who wanted to kill who. It is a beautiful day and she is looking to partake in some fishing

[doubleoohbaby]

There was a small hope for some 'ahoy' or other maritime stereotypes emerging, especially the thought that he might eventually get to throw in seaman related jokes, but her lack of participation for now isn't going to upset him all that much. Probably. He'll just have to force her into piratical phrases later.

At first it appears as if he hadn't spotted her, but it's more likely that he's just taking his time adjusting a few totally important ropes and the like, but by the time James is turning towards her, he's all small smiles and casual ease as he steps towards the edge and offers out a hand. The boat is nice and low and there's thankfully not much of a gap between the dock and boat. Still enough for some to fall through though. Especially for those as small as Lisbeth.

"Welcome aboard."

[wasplisbeth]

He might be a little disappointed with the lack of pirate and nautical jokes but a few beers into it and things might get a little different. Who knows, Lisbeth isn't exactly known for her joking, jovial nature. Crazy things have happened at sea though, so, you know she might let down her hair a little bit, or throw him overboard.

She has to hand it to him that he blends in so well wherever he goes, he's good like that, it's easy for him to slip into the bundled up Sweds or the pleasure boating yachting group. That's the thing about spies, they should be able to blend in, if they didn't they would probably have a bit of a problem. Finishing off her cigarette, she flicks it away and reaches out for his hand.

She steps over the small gap and on to the boat.

[doubleoohbaby]

Undoubtedly alcohol will be involved, especially when it involves James. There's very little he does in this world where drinking isn't involved. He even seems to be one of the few humans left alive who can drink and drive without being questioned about it. Clearly that just proves his awesomeness.

In fact, speaking of alcohol...

"Did you want a beer? Or wine? I've brought plenty. And water, if you'd rather." A jerk of his head towards the little cabin door in the middle of the yacht, motioned to while he sets about getting the vessel ready for it's voyage, ropes and sails fluttering and flapping.

[wasplisbeth]

WHY YOU SO MEAN, JAMES BOND?! She'll get used to it, let her guard lower again, maybe, if he's nice. He seems to move easily through the conversation, he doesn't really seem to take much notice of when she calls him a gorilla. He is invincible.

Apparently in more ways then one. Damn son.

"Worth it?" When is it ever worth it to get shot? He might have different priorities then her, different definitions of what worth it is. She doesn't say much after that, though she doe take another look at him. He's a nice looking gorilla. She gives a slight shake of her head.

[doubleoohbaby]

Being mean is his favourite thing ever. Suck it up.

"Mm," is his only response to that, finishing off his beer and flopping backwards, an arm behind his head while offering a blank stare skywards. Shooting James is never a good idea anyways. He's like the Hulk in the fact that it just makes him angrier, more violent and more likely to kill for his own safety. It's all that testosterone, like sharks who just go crazy vicious when the hormone starts pumping. He can't help if he seems to have an excessive amount of the stuff.

"You been on the receiving end of many guns?"

[wasplisbeth]

HE NEEDS BETTER HOBBIES. >:(

He was built in a lab somewhere, true story. Full of sex and muscles and charm. Dorky, socially awkward engineers and scientists gave him all the powers they wished they had and thus James Bond was born. The orphan story is just so the ladies panties get wetter quicker. Every single lady on the face of the earth thinks they can save James Bond. Except Lisbeth, who is thinking that if she pushes him over board sharks might eat him. No, the sharks think that they can save James Bond. Damn sharks. So unreliable.

"Do there need to be money?"

[doubleoohbaby]

Really, her main concern about pushing him overboard is can she sail the boat alone? If so, then she's all good, if not, then she might still need him for a while longer. Use and abuse. It's a policy he lives by.

James peers into his empty beer, offering up a negative grunt that might be something like a 'no' to her question, then shifts to his feet and moves the short distance towards the shaded beer stash to get both of them a new one. See, he is a good boy sometimes.

[wasplisbeth]

Stepping toward the cabin she swings back down inside the boat and blinks a few times to get used to the change in light. It's much cooler below deck as well and she likes that, it gives her skin some time to cool down. Returning above deck she looks over at him.

"Can we get off and explore the island?" Which sounds more romantic then she meant it. Not really explore, but maybe a walk around which sounds pretty nice. Then again, after a few more beers almost anything would sound pretty nice.

[doubleoohbaby]

While she's hiding away inside, he pushes himself up with a reluctant grunt and heads towards the wheel, navigating them off towards a relatively small island, a forest of bright green trees surrounded by perfectly white sand and an all too clear sea.

Turning his focus on a few tweaks to the sails and letting the boat lurch towards it's new destination, he nods vaguely towards her, "Can't see why not. We can swim over to it."

[wasplisbeth]

Making her way to her previous seat she flops back and closes her eyes for a minute before stretching her short legs out. It's a nice boat, it's a nice breeze and sun and she is enjoying the sway of the boat as they move toward the island. For some reason the idea of them swimming out there makes her smile, that weird, crooked thing that moves over the lower half of her face.

"Do you know how to swim?"

[doubleoohbaby]

"Never done it before, but I imagine it's just a case of jumping in and hoping for the best." Which is, of course, total sarcasm said with a straight face. With shoulders like his, he's practically built for swimming. Plus killing things.

Once all the navigation has been sorted, he returns back to their spot, sitting beside her and keeping an eye out of their arrival. It shouldn't be long before they get there, even at the casual speed the breeze is carrying them at.

[wasplisbeth]

Chocolate bars, ramen noodles, frozen pizzas. FOOD STUFFS OF THE GODS AND YOU SHOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT, JAMES BOND. Plus beer and soda. To say otherwise is just pure ignorance. He can take his caviar, fresh vegetables, and champagne and stuff it up his nose. Snob. No, not the champagne, that's delicious.

That cracks her up, and she does a little coughing shake that might be misconstrued as a fish out of water having a seizure. "Gods don't bleed."

[doubleoohbaby]

No, all the champagne is now his, always and forever.

Whether it's the fact she's laughing, or the fact she does her little shaking act, James can't help but be amused, propping himself up on an elbow as he puffs out his chest like some dominant... gorilla... "Neither do I."

[wasplisbeth]

It's true, he can't get all the pretty bitches without a little bit of the bubbly.

She had calmed down a little bit but when he puffs out his chest like that she has to start laughing all over again. Or whatever you would call that horrible noise that comes out of her while she smiles. "Liar."

[doubleoohbaby]

It's almost adorable, that laughing, were it not for the fact she sounds entirely too odd. "Am not! I've been told by plenty that I'm a God amongst men. I have no reason to disbelieve such a statement."

He's like Hercules only more killing and less Greek. But you know, other than that...

[wasplisbeth]

It seems if there was any time to shoot and kill James Bond is now, when they are on a small, empty island, miles away from anyone. Still, it seems like a whole lot of a waste and she isn't going to get him dead and then sale all the way away without him. A lot of work for not a lot of gain.

Lisbeth would be pleased to know he feels that way, because when she leans back she has a thin cigarette case that she flips open and takes out one of those finely rolled joints she does. It's got a smell, a distinct smell. She'll let him do the first hit, because she is a fine lady.

[doubleoohbaby]

At least dying on a tiny, secluded island like this would be pretty sweet in comparison to some of the places he's almost died in. In fact, if he ever decides to end it all like a certain ex of his, it may well be some place like this.

He's curious as to what she's been rifling about for anyway, interest perked up like a dogs as he unconsciously leans forward just slightly, trying to get a look in before she's even opened the case. Not that he really needed to, because even with all the sea air and cigarette smoke, it's not long before a scent drifts his way.

"Hnn. You're sharing?" Suddenly he has no interest in savouring his current cigarette, finishing it off in a few quick puffs then licking his fingertips and crushing out the smoking remnants.

[wasplisbeth]

That's making a good show out of it, Bond, be positive! But yeah, she's not going to do it. Beer, sun, sand, makes for a contented Lisbeth, who knew?

Looking up at him she nods and shuts the case with a snap, setting it aside she offers the joint to him. Sometime she can just tell, there is a certain look the way people get and she just knows it's going to be an okay thing to do. It's not crack, it's not heroin, there are some countries in Europe that have made it pretty much okay. Out of all the things in the world he has to fight against, this really shouldn't be one of them.

[doubleoohbaby]

There's something almost hungry in the way he reaches for it and yet he's careful as he takes it from her, eyeing up the handiwork of the joint and sniffing it in one deep inhale. James is okay with this, that much is obvious. He doesn't do much in the way of drugs (his body is a temple and all of that) but he makes an exception for naturals. With a job like his, he needs every chance to relax he can take.

"I knew you cared," he mumbles appreciatively, withdrawing his lighter, joint between his lips and toking slowly. A moment to savour, breath held, then he's gradually exhaling while passing over. "You're alright."