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It was very important to have a work laptop and a personal laptop when you were in Q's line of work. One that was strictly business, and one that was pleasure and built to be experimented on. More importantly, where work computers were built to reflect ones professional strengths and projected a certain level of professionalism, personal computers could be a bit more fun and laid back. 

Q's personal laptop was a true workhorse, one he'd actually built himself - And rebuilt often. It looked a touch beat up, the screen coming away from the case in the left hand corner, and the keyboard so worn that all the key letters had worn away, leaving only f1 through f8 visible, along with the alt key on the left, and the end key on the far right. The case was a dull grey, covered in stickers from various events he'd attended and music acts he liked, as well as a few generic 'nerdy' logos and things. It was not something he'd take to work unless he absolutely needed to. Everything about this machine was personal- From its looks, to the hard drive he'd selected and the wires he'd used. It ran his own personalized OS, and was, honestly, one of his prized possessions.

The laptop currently sat on the table in front of him, the specially designed screen making it so only Q could see what he was typing. To anyone not wearing special glasses, the text would look like gibberish or a foreign language. It was experimental tech, but Q loved that sort of thing. He was always happy to be a guinea pig when it came to his own work.

Case in point: His hand. 

After his and Bond's recent abduction, Q had found himself with a shattered hand. He'd been told it would heal, but that it would take time, and that it might not ever be completely functional again- And that simply hadn't been good enough for the young Quartermaster. Cybernetics were something he'd only ever dabbled in, but Q was a genius- And he was the youngest Quartermaster MI6 had ever had for a reason. ...He was brilliant, and his new hand was remarkable. A mixture of flesh, blood, and electronics. Bond had been snippy about it, and M had lectured him for nearly two hours- But both men had agreed it was a remarkable bit of tech.

Q couldn't help but be pleased as it easily tapped away at the keys of his laptop, roaming over them as gracefully as ever as he worked on one of his other unsanctioned projects. He was in his own little world at the moment, lost in the elegant coding on his screen, and the music that was piping out of his headphones. He didn't notice that his phone was buzzing on the table, dancing across the flat surface as it rang silently and vibrated hard.

Date: 2015-07-27 03:04 am (UTC)
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That made Bond pause. Surely Q didn't know every club that catered to his tastes. But maybe he did. Bond didn't exactly do recon on this.

"I hope it is," he said.

Date: 2015-07-27 03:18 am (UTC)
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Traffic was thick and not particularly fast but Bond made it to the building that housed the exclusive club and parked the car.

"We're here," he said. "The reservation wasn't easy to get. I had to be pre-approved."

Date: 2015-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)
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"No. It's a club," Bond said and put his hand on Q's leg. "I think you'll like it. I think I want to do something more involved without Hex holding my hand"

Date: 2015-07-27 03:55 am (UTC)
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"I have been for a bit now," he assured Q. "I believe the question ought to be do you feel like joining me this evening or should we wait for another day?"

Date: 2015-07-27 04:13 am (UTC)
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"Then let's begin with tea," he said warmly and escorted Q inside. At the entrance he spoke to a woman behind a counter who confirmed his identification and card number. Without asking if he was new she kindly passed him a tablet and asked him to read and agree to the terms. When Bond began to scroll she cleared her throat lightly and told him he must read it or he'd be asked to leave now.

Date: 2015-07-27 04:33 am (UTC)
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Bond arched a brow and did his reading, then signed off. Once admitted he guided Q to a table where a server appeared and he ordered tea for Q and a scotch for himself.

"Only a few pages, hmm? You're humouring me."

Date: 2015-07-27 04:44 am (UTC)
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"I also enjoy being best," he countered with a sly smile. "I should have known that with your money you'd know this place."

Date: 2015-07-28 02:06 am (UTC)
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"From the owner of Hitch. I've gone in a few times to speak with him on my own," he replied. It was becoming clear Bond was more invested than simply playing along with this to please Q. He wanted to learn more for his own enjoyment.

Date: 2015-07-28 02:33 am (UTC)
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"I want to hurt you," he said quietly. "I want to understand why it's good and not...what I know."

Date: 2015-07-28 02:55 am (UTC)
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"With your consent, of course," he added.

Date: 2015-07-30 01:12 am (UTC)
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Bond smiled softly at that and affectionately touched Q's back.

"I've made all the arrangements. Truthfully, I was planning to bring you here tonight regardless. I thought it would be a change."

Date: 2015-07-30 01:19 am (UTC)
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"I'd like you to put your glasses back on," Bond said as they took a table. "And unbutton your shirt one. I like the hollow of your throat."

The shift was subtle, Bond telling him what to do, but he had begun. He expected compliance. He was happy to make good on his promise of tea, but he also made it clear tea was an indulgence. Q wasn't in charge.

Date: 2015-07-30 01:26 am (UTC)
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He scrutinized him and then said simply-

"One more, I think."

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