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[Spam for Bond, backdated to the start of the flood]

[The unfortunate part of floods like these when you're in a relationship with someone on the Barge is that you're very likely to wake up next to someone you've never seen before, and have no idea who they are and how you got there.

This is generally made even more horrifying when you're a very unhappy teenager on the best of days, and waking up with an unfamiliar teenage boy spooning you is definitely a good way to ignite all sorts of latent intimacy and commitment issues that only vaguely have to do with the extremely unlikely chance that she lost control of herself long enough to wind up in this sort of situation. That kind of thing definitely does not happen to Vesper Lynd.

Fortunately (?) Vesper is still asleep for the time being, and blissfully unaware that anything's amiss. Of course, that really means it's just a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and she realizes what the hell is actually going on here.]

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[Vesper addresses the Barge a little while later, once she's had more opportunity to encounter her ex-roommate James' behavior. She looks like she's about fifteen, but she sits so her back is ramrod straight, her shoulders squared and head held high, making it more or less unmistakeable that this girl is confident and self assured and not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit, even if they're an adult and she is - technically - a child.

Really, this is just a carefully constructed mask, but no one needs to know that. Obviously.]

Is there anyone whose supposed to be assuming responsibility for James Bond? [This is being said in a way that suggests she thinks you are doing a terrible job of it, whoever you are.]

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[She rolls her eyes and keeps petting the cat, who looks perfectly happy with his new old friend.]

It's your funeral.

Please, drinking doesn't kill you.

It can.

Emphasis on can. Do I look dead to you?

Not yet.

Yeah, well don't hold your breath. [He's not taking another drink, though - he wants to explore. Running his hands through his hair and straightening his shirt, he looks to the door.]

I'm gonna go look around. No need freak and call me a pervert again, all right?

[She's not exactly sorry to see him go, which is probably obnoxious of her, but she can't bring herself to care too much.]

Just stay out of my bed. There's one in the room next door, and I'll be more than happy to take it if it means not having to wake up next to a stranger again.

[He just laughs at that.] You ever think maybe this one's my bed?

[But he waves it off, uninterested, and goes for the door. Hand on the knob, he pauses, and looks back at her.]

What's your name? Just so I know who it is I'm not hopping into bed with.

It's Vesper. [Which is being said in a "make fun of it, I fucking dare you" sort of voice.]

[Well he's snorting.]

Vesper. Seriously?

Why would I lie about it?

[Fucking. Dare you.]

It sounds ridiculous.

[Accepted.]

It's just a name. I didn't choose it.

Yeah, unlucky for you.

Have any other smart comments, or were you going to look around?

You're an ice queen. [He shrugs, and pulls open the door.]

Let me know when you're ready to melt.

Don't hold your breath.

[Because she will be taking that as a compliment, thank you very much.]

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