londoncallingrpg | General Halloween GP

Halloween was as spooky or dull as you needed it to be in London. From handing out treats to those who came knocking, to attending costume parties and concerts all over the city, there was something for everyone tonight.

Plenty of bars and clubs were offering discounts to anyone bold enough to turn up in costume, and even the underground was bursting with holiday cheer as costumed commuters came and went, breaking up the dull day to day routine one usually faced while making your way from point a to point b.

Even those who chose to skip the costume were indulging in treats or maybe a creepy film or two.

There was no excuse to be bored. Not tonight. Not on Halloween.

(General Halloween GP for those who aren't keen on the haunted house! Feel free to post your pup anywhere in the city, from fancy dress parties to street corners. Go wild (or, you know, stay tame. Your call) Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.)

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"A nickname?" she asked as though it was simply small talk while mingling at a social gathering. "Or is your given name so terrible you prefer simply an initial?"

"I like to think of it more as a title," Q replied casually, though the way he held her gaze for just a beat too long said all the things he wouldn't dare say out loud.

"I came tonight with my partner, James. He's wandered off though- Terrible habit of his. Can't take him anywhere."

Oh really, Milady thought, taking special care not to let it show. Wasn't that interesting.

"Mm. My late husband was much the same. Politics, of course, in his case. But we can't keep them on a lead, can we?"

"I'll admit I've never tried, he's not very into that sort of thing," Q replied, his boyish looks and casual tone making it very hard to tell if he meant that to be as naughty as it sounded.

"Shame." A flash of green eyes under the mask hinted at the smirk she didn't add.

"Does this mean you need to go fetch your wayward partner?"

"I'd really rather not," Q replied, frowning at the thought of Finding Bond with some tart shoved up against the wall while he seduced some vital information from her.

"You'd rather he come find you?" Milady suggested, while wondering about the frown. She knew the appeal of being sought after by someone who desired you. It made her job so much easier when they came to her. "Perhaps a pretty wolf will draw him out."

"I'd rather he wasn't mixing business with pleasure is all," Q assured her with a sigh.

"You really don't know me?" he asked after a moment. "I imagine you know my partner. Bond. James Bond," he said mimicking Bond's overly dramatic introduction fairly well.

Milady knew his title and of Bond by reputation. She wouldn't have been much good as an agent if she hadn't, and obviously Q had some thoughts to who she was. But admitting so, and in such a public place, would have been an unnecessary risk. "I"m sorry; I can't say I do. Did you know my husband? He met so many people through his work."

"Not personally," Q replied simply, ordering a glass of water when the barman finally noticed him.

"Not in the mood for a screaming orgasm after all?" Because of her perhaps? "That's a shame."

"I'm not sure I ever was," Q replied with a short little snort of a laugh. "Do I look the sort, really?" he asked.

And that, honestly, was one of the things he got by on. His looks. He looked young- A sexless boffin, in Bond's words. At least to anyone who couldn't see beyond the glasses and the frumpy clothes.

Milady gave a small, pensive hum. "It is always the quiet-looking ones."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Q replied, his innocence false but easily played up as he smiled at her and removed his glasses.

"Did you not bring a date then?" he asked curiously, changing the topic.

Ingenue was never Milady's favorite guise, but she had and could play it, or appreciate its analogue. Q's play at innocence didn't fool her.

"No date. Just a girl wandering the wilds alone in her blood red hood. Or perhaps a lone wolf on the prowl."

"Lone wolf seems much more fitting," Q replied, sipping his water as he watched her.

"All the better to see you with?" Milady asked, a sly glint in her eyes.

"No, the eyes aren't what make you a wolf, Mrs. Winters. I'd be more incline to say it was your teeth," Q replied, his tone pleasant.

"It's a dangerous world, Q." Milady leaned forward slightly, not into his space, but on the cusp. "A girl needs teeth to survive."

The young quartermaster didn't even blink as she leaned in. He was used to this sort of thing after all. Not just from Bond, but all the double-o's and agents he worked with. They all had their own methods and tastes, but they were all similar in some regards. They all had a way of getting just a bit too close, and always looking terribly sure of themselves.

Q may have been little more than a boffin, but you couldn't work around those sorts of people without quickly adapting to their behaviour. Learning what to ignore and when to react. ...How to manage that behaviour even, in some cases.

"True, though I imagine the knife nestled in your brassiere makes for better defence than your teeth," he noted, as though there was nothing odd or alarming about that at all.

"When it comes to my defense, I'll use whatever is available, but that doesn't mean I'll leave it all to chance," Milady answered, not outwardly bothered by what he'd seen, or said. The quartermaster had balls, although she wouldn't have expected any less of Six.

"But don't worry. I won't bite unless you beg."

"I'm dreadful at begging," Q replied with a smile. "A common complaint from my partner, actually. Speaking of which, I think that might be him now," he said, nodding across the room- As if there would be any mistaking Bond for someone else.

"So the pretty wolf drew him out after all." Milady gave another knowing smirk, catching sight of the double-o in a reflection rather than turn to look for him directly. "I suppose I should let him find his prize, while I find one of my own."

Milady stepped away from the bar. "You will give James my regards?"

"Of course," Q nodded, offering a faint smile.

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