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Saturnalia GP!

It was a good night at Saturnalia.

There was some b-list American rapper-slash-DJ who had shown up earlier in the day, and Robin was happy to throw someone on stage. It had gone over well right away, so he'd let him stay on. And now it was well into the evening and things were, as Robin understood the current vernacular to be, turnt.

In fact, at some point he'd thrown open all the windows so that the music blasted onto the street, and instructed the bouncers to let in whoever wanted in. He'd also instructed the bartenders to serve all the beer half price. The resulting crowd and frenzy was really something else.

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"The hackers?" Q echoed, wrinkling his nose a little. "Corporate espionage is for plebs and those void of a conscience and ambition. As for 'the hackers', they'd be blessed to earn a moment of my time or attention."

He paused a beat, finishing his drink and gingerly placing the empty glass aside.

"As for orgies, you'd have to invite my husband along before I'd be inclined- But I don't think he'd have to work very hard at getting an invite. ...This is serious though, Robin. I need some help. There's something very bad in the works for England. Something I'd like to nip in the bud- And one of the key players may have been meeting someone here, in your club."

He really didn't want to say all of this in front of Felix, but desperate times and all that.

Robin looked between them and then waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, Q is a government spy, Felix is a wizard, and I am older than your entire species."

He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded Q. "And what do I get out of helping you aside from the satisfaction of aiding the country I currently live in? I suppose it's had its moments."

Felix cast Robin a disparaging glance, but since they were all equally outed he wasn't as annoyed as he might be. "Your lock picking skills are perfectly adequate, but I did help you along," he confessed to Q.

His arm curled further around Robin, and he gave the puck's upper thigh a squeeze. "If something endangers England, my sort will want to know about it as well."

"My lock picking skills are remarkable. Help wasn't needed," the Quartermaster snipped- Looking just a touch sulky about it. He didn't take well to being underestimated- Though that need to be respected could often be his undoing.

Huffing out a little put upon sigh, Q rolled his eyes and shrugged one shoulder.

"What would you like?" he asked bluntly, not objecting to making a deal, but clearly getting impatient. "What could you possibly want from me that I wouldn't do for you anyway, Rob?" he pointed out, gaze flickering to Felix with just a hint of curiosity. 'My sort' was an interesting way of phrasing that. It made him wonder if he meant all wizards, or simply a select group. ...He'd have to look into that later.

Robin could think of a few things, but he decided to do his best Robert Redford in Indecent Proposal impression, and leaned forward a bit as he said, "What if I were to offer you my assistance for one night with you and your husband?"

That was a film Felix actually had seen, and his mis-matched eyes glittered with amusement at the reference. "You won't get the same offer from me," he reassured Quentin dryly.

Q looked between the pair and wrinkled his nose, as though their egos combined were giving off the foulest of stenches.

"Well, first I would say you're a shit negotiator. I mean, your intel really isn't worth pimping my husband out for, Robin- However, on the other hand you're likely selling yourself short. We'd have likely agreed to that anyway. Though, would you really want that? You might witness some actual love and admiration, and melt."

His words weren't kind, but there was a cheeky undertone to them. This wasn't an attack so much as a poke with a slightly sharpened stick.

Robin rolled his eyes. "I don't pay for sex, even with favors. But remember me fondly anyway, if you want to consider it. I'll help you. Though I should really remember to ask for favors of my own."

While Q had gone in the back way, Bond chose nothing so subtle. He sauntered in the front door, remarkably out of place in his dark blue Tom Ford with the pinstriped shirt and subtle navy tie. He made for the bar and got a scotch, then slowly wheeled around the room. He had his eye out for one particular individual, the one Q was searching for on the tape. He made his way to the VIP area where the cameras were lax and had a peek, but the target was nowhere to be found. Likely long gone.

And so with scotch in hand he ducked through a door and found not just Q but a small party in its own right.

He stood in the doorway, a hint of amusement on his lips as he listened to the three on the topic of sex and love.

"Don't mind me," he said.

Reflexively, Felix curled his arm tighter around Robin. It was all very well and good to joke about orgies, but he had looked for Robin specifically tonight, and didn't especially enjoy the idea of other people distracting the puck's attention. Or, even worse, earning his favor instead of Felix.

He swung his feet to the floor and sat up straighter. "You need to pay your security team better, darling," the wizard noted to Robin. "They're terribly lax."

"We were just discussing payment for Robin's assistance," Q said, observing the way Felix coiled tighter around the puck. Possessive, and yet just a tad worried looking.

Well, that was interesting.

"This is his friend, Mr. Felix Harrowgate. He's a practitioner of magical arts, apparently. ...Felix, this is my husband."

Robin rolled his eyes when Bond walked in, though looked amused.

"Well I don't know why I bother having security at all," he said dryly. "Though on the other hand, most establishments probably don't have both wizards and elite government agents attempting to break through their security on a regular basis. Clearly it's a party now, so why don't you join us, James? There's vodka over there as well."

Felix's arm around him did not go unnoticed, and his acknowledgment of it was sliding a hand onto his thigh and squeezing lightly.

Bond nodded to Felix and lifted his glass to Rob, then took a sip. He stood with casual ease, yet to someone who would notice such things he was coiled and ready to snap. No need, he thought, as Q didn't seem to be in danger.

"I didn't come for a party, Rob, but thank you. I trust you got what you came for, Q?" he asked.

There was the sound of footsteps and then a hand on Bond's shoulder. The glass in his hand hit the floor and quick as lightning he had Rob's in house security twisted against the wall. He banged the poor man's head off the door frame, knocking him unconscious.

Then he smoothed his suit and fixed his cuffs.

"Oh for..." Had Robin's hand not been on his thigh at that point, Felix would have removed himself from the room. As much as he enjoyed private trysts with the puck, he had to wonder if they were worth suffering through this display of manly skill.

Patience wearing thin, Felix patted Robin's side awkwardly, and extricated himself from his chair. "Deal with your guests, darling. I need another drink. You have until I finish it to decide whether I'm staying or going home," he added, not quietly.

Robin leapt to his feet then, looked down at the unconscious man on the floor, and then glared daggers at Bond.

"For fuck's sake," he snapped at him. "Is there a reason you just knocked out one of my employees, or are you simply incapable of going five minutes without an utterly unnecessary performance of your masculinity?"

Q sighed, shooting Bond a look of disapproval as he got up and poured another drink.

"I'm sorry, Robin, you know I'd never enter your business looking to cause a fuss. You've been a good friend, and we're both in your debt. We'll make this right- Wont we, double-o seven?" he added, his tone calm but gaze sharp and expressive.

"Do you want me to give him some smelling salts? Fluff him a pillow?" he asked. "I'm sure he'll get hazard pay and he'll have a good story to tell of how he got the bruise."

He left the unconscious man and walked in to get a glass of vodka since Rob had been so kind to offer.

He certainly didn't admit any guilt because he felt none. The fellow shouldn't have tried to sneak up on him.

Felix was already pouring himself a second measure of bourbon when the... international espionage agent?? ... approached. He quickly stepped back from Robin's private collection of alcohol, lifting his brows and holding up both hands. One had his half-full glass in it, and he paused to ship.

"Please note that I am not attempting any stealthy maneuvers or otherwise invading your space, Quentin's Husband," Felix said archly. "Please also note that magic works as quick as thought. I say that merely for your edification and general knowledge, of course."

Bond smiled a little. Quentin's husband. He rather liked that. He paused in his mission to get a drink and faced the ginger with the odd eyes.

"Bond. James Bond," he said. And he had no desire to mess about with magic.

"For your edification," Robin said, looking over at them, "my money's on Felix every time. And I've seen you in action, James."

"Yes, well, as fun as spy versus wizard fight club might be, let's not," Q suggested, shaking his head a bit.

"Look, this is going nowhere, and I think Mr. Harrowgate has other matters he'd like you to attend to, Robin. So, how about a deal? Allow me to come by tomorrow and quietly install a few more cameras and allow me full access to your security feed, and in return you can have... I don't know. What's something you'd actually want?"

Quite the contrary, Felix looked rather charmed, and surprised at himself for his own reaction to James' introduction. The wizard graced Robin with a beautiful smile of appreciation for his loyalty, then gave James a thoughtful glance up and down. "They're negotiating without us," he observed. "Shall we let them play, or shall we try to uncover this nameless threat to England ourselves?"

"I don't know. I might like to see how this shakes out," Bond chuckled as he poured a new glass. "Though how we went from group sex to wagering on a fight..."

He took a sip.

"All in a day's work I imagine. There really is work to do, though."

Robin couldn't suppress another eye roll at the lot of them.

He turned his attention to Q. "Fine, come back tomorrow, do what you need to do. I can decide what I want later - " He held up a hand before Q could protest. "And you can have veto power. Okay?"

"I can agree to those terms," Q nodded, hesitating, then offering his hand. "I hope you have a good night, Robin. It was a pleasure seeing you, as always. Oh, and Mr. Harrowgate, a pleasure meeting you. Hopefully next time we meet there will be less... Concussions?"

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