Bond had tickets, but of course he did. And he was dressed for the occasion in a black Tom Ford, perfectly tailored, with a black shirt and tie. The black only served to make his eyes seem all the more blue and he smiled warmly as he wheeled his way around the party, making contacts and enjoying himself.
He'd stopped for the moment, a black martini of some sort in his hand. He thought it tasted quite a bit like chocolate and coffee but it was pitch black. He sipped it and stood, unbeknownst to him, under a sprig of black mistletoe tied with black satin ribbon that hung down from the bunting that decorated the bar.
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Date: 2016-12-09 10:22 am (UTC)He'd stopped for the moment, a black martini of some sort in his hand. He thought it tasted quite a bit like chocolate and coffee but it was pitch black. He sipped it and stood, unbeknownst to him, under a sprig of black mistletoe tied with black satin ribbon that hung down from the bunting that decorated the bar.