James Bond

*James is sitting at the bar of the hotel he’s currently staying at. It’s later in the night. The hotel guests have all settled into their rooms, and it has grown quiet. The restaurant and pool has closed, leaving just the bar open for the next 2 hours, until it will eventually close as well. Bond sits quietly, not bothering to make small talk with the bartender. He sips at his rum and coke, wishing he had just bitten the bullet and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

James is sitting at the bar of the hotel he’s currently staying at. It’s later in the night. The hotel guests have all settled into their rooms, and it has grown quiet. The restaurant and pool has closed, leaving just the bar open for the next 2 hours, until it will eventually close as well. Bond sits quietly, not bothering to make small talk with the bartender. He sips at his rum and coke, wishing he had just bitten the bullet and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.