Of course she does. [He exhales slowly, considers taking a bottle of scotch with him back to his room and dismisses the idea. If he's going to face Vesper, he might as well do it semi-sober. Emphasis on semi.
He slides off the stool, feels the absurd urge to reach for his wallet and throw a tip on the bar for a bartender who isn't here. Strange, the things your muscles miss doing.]
I'm off. Don't waste that drink. [He fully expects her to pour it out when he's gone.]
spam.
He slides off the stool, feels the absurd urge to reach for his wallet and throw a tip on the bar for a bartender who isn't here. Strange, the things your muscles miss doing.]
I'm off. Don't waste that drink. [He fully expects her to pour it out when he's gone.]