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[Genrewriter]

008: Had a little problem sticking the landing, I'm allergic to cats.

*008 injects himself and sits back, exhaling deeply as the car speeds back to the hotel.*

[Joyce Carrington]

The car arrives at the hotel. 009 immediately jumps out of the car, grabs 004's hand and drags him into the hotel.

004: What are you...?

009: Show me where the blended Scotch is! NOW!

[Matt O'S oo4]

As you wish my love!

Up in the room, 004 removes a small wooden box with a brass hasp.

You asked for it, Joyce. Now your going to get it.

He flips open the lid to reveal a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold label, Blue Label and Green Label.

Take you pick.

18 year old.

40 year old.

60 year old.

All of them considered to be of the very best in BLENDED scotch.

*Looks into her eyes* I wouldn't dream of offering you anything less.

004

[Joyce Carrington]

Okay. Um... *looks at three bottles*

I want that one. *points at 40 year old*

And that one, and that one.

*grabs all bottles and makes a run for it*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Dives on her pinning her to the floor on her back. 004 is holding her wrists firmly but not overly tightly. He looks into her eyes, kisses her and in a sing-song voice:

Naught,, naughty! I just may have to file a report that you don't work and play well with others.

That's three liters of scotch. That is MORE than enought for - uh - for....ummmm.

Looks at the three bottles on the floor.

Looks at her.

Looks at the scotch.

Looks at her.

Okay, you're right. I should have bought more...but STILL....

[Joyce Carrington]

009: I KNOW...

*they both chuckle*

009: Help me up.

*they both get up*

*009 immediateley grabs the bottles, runs out of the room and slams the door behind her, locking 004 in*

004: HEY!

009: Give me just five minutes alone with them!

[Matt O'S oo4]

You MEAN....

you don't want five minutes alone...

*a bit softer* with me?

[Joyce Carrington]

*stares at bottles*

*listens to him on the other side of the door*

*looks back at Scotch*

*turns back to door*

*sighs*

*Opens door*

Can I have you both?

[Matt O'S oo4]

I tell you what.

Let's share a lttle of each.

If there isn't enough, *looks at her* I personally guarantee you, I'll get and give you all you can handle.

And maybe just a bit more.

004

[Joyce Carrington]

*sighs*

Phew. Thanks. That's a big relief.

*looks at bottles*

Which shall we open first?

[Matt O'S oo4]

Well.

If we ARE talking about the Scotch....

Let's start with the 18. The Gold Label. Then we'll move on from there.

*Kisses her*

I might take a while. Hope you don't mind.

004

[Joyce Carrington]

002: Ahem.

*they look up to see her standing in the doorway*

002: I see I've arrived just on time.

*004 and 009 look at the bottles and turn red*

002: 003 thinks Asiaq is about to talk. You'd better get over to his suite.

*009 nods*

002: And leave that Scotch here.

009: Aww...

[Matt O'S oo4]

Sorry lov. The Green goes with me. We have a use for this one with Asiaq.

Let's go and hold on to that Gold.

*Handing her the bottle of Blue Label* Xen, I think you'll actually like this one.

Let's go.

[Xenobia]

*Xenobia opens the bottle and takes a pull*

002: Little boy blue come blow your horn...

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

*stares at Xen*

*tries to speak*

*stares at Xen again*

YOU and blended Scotch? What did I miss?

[Bryce (003)]

*Asiaq sleeps quietly and untouched on Bryce's bed in his suite*

Hmmm....

*grabs digital camera from briefcase and frames a perfect shot of her very pretty face*

Smile.

*Uploads pic onto laptop and sends image to MI6 requesting an ID and background check. Checks guns and gives himself a glance in the mirror*

Bummer....still handsome

*Washes face, runs a comb through his hair and does a quick change into black Dunhill slacks and a grey cashmere turtle neck from Harrods. Pulls up sleeves on forearms. Scratches. Lights a smoke and sits in the living room area of the suite where he can keep an eye on Asiaq. Attaches silencer to PPK and slides in a fresh clip of glasers and places it on side table within reach.*

But first...a Drink.

*Pours a scotch and soda into a tall collins glass with little ice and soda*

[Genrewriter]

*008 and 002 pour each other glasses of scotch. 003 steps out of the room and shoots the glasses out of their hands with a small pistol.*

008 and 002: HEY!

003: I don't need to hear you singing showtunes when you guys are sober, hearing them when you're drunk would drive me to a double homicide.

*003 goes back into the room.*

002: Well, at least he didn't break the bottle.

[Xenobia]

002: He didn't, but I am about to. *Xen starts to sing* The gentleman is a dope / A man of many faults...

Xenobia rounds the corner of Bryce's room and shoots his glass, and, taking careful aim, the bottle.

002: *going back to her room and singing* The gentleman's eyes are blue / But little do they see...

-- Xenobia

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce storms back breaking into Gilbert & Sullivan*

I AM THE LORD HIGH EXECUTIONER!

*replaces everyone's respective bottles*

Soon as our guest wakes up, we'll have a talk with her. I've sent her pic to the home office.

*picks up phone*

Who want's what from room service? I'm starving. My treat.

*glances at menu*

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 and 004 step into Bryce's room*

009: You'd BETTER have Scotch or I will get really REALLY...

004: Calm down, honey, we don't want to scare him.

003: No worries. *throws her a bottle* Why don't you play with that for a while?

[Genrewriter]

*008 glances at the menu.*

008: I'll have the chicken fried steak with extra gravy, hash browns and a side order of wheat toast.

003: They only offer white bread. No substitutions. Didn't you see the sign?

008: You see this sign?

*008 spin-kicks the chair in half. 003 blinks, taken aback slightly.*

003: I can dig where you're coming from.

*008 nods and sits next to 002 who simply stares.*

002: Okay, I'm having security take your Jack Nicholson films and Best of John Belushi tapes when we get back.

[Xenobia]

*002 speaks very quietly 008*

002: It seems we have a new weapon.

*G arches his brow and takes a sip*

002: The next time the cats start acting up, we'll have Johnny sing. The felines will think they are among friends.

*008 does a spit take*

003: You OK G?

002: (quickly covering) He's fine (pats G's back), he's just excited about eating, aren't you dear?

*Xenobia puts her gun finger to his back*

008: Oh yeah, I am starving.

-- Xenobia

[Bryce (003)]

Wheat toast.....Got it.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Dry for him....no butter...know what I mean?

Topping off his double with JW Green label.

Really? On YOU, eh? Very well.

Appetiser: artechoke hearts dip and soft pita bread with a bottle of Dom to begin.

Greek Salad. No croutons. No onion. With meat. Bottle of white wine.

French onion soup. Garlic bread. Two servings.

Blackened Sea Bass with asperagus and broccoli.

Sixteen ounce Porterhouse steak, medium rare with carrots and a baked potato. Butter and sour cream, but no chives. They stick to my teeth. Bottle of Merlot.

For desert, Cold peaches, sweet cream and brandy. Bottle of Port.

Cigar: Havos will be fine, Cuban would be better and give me ONE waitress that can serve us without getting her **** in my way.

*Looks at 009* What would you like?

004

[Joyce Carrington]

SCOTCH!

[Bryce (003)]

*A team (4 + a wine steward) of waiters deliver three carts overflowing with eveything as ordered. Bryce signs and tips each waiter very well*

Dive in everyone and Matt open that Dom....Is it the '90 or the '93?

*Bryce chceks computer quickly for any feedback on Asiaq*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Hmmm, '88, actually. That was a good year, as far as I know.....

What are you getting on you "lady friend" there?

Or are you looking up more gardening tips?

[Bryce (003)]

'88 was a good one. Pour me one. Nothing yet but I did send a pic to HQ to run through the mill.

How's the sea Bass?...and where's my bacon wrapped angus filet?

[Joyce Carrington]

009: And where's my Sssscchoootchh...

*004 hands her another bottle*

009: Thankssssssh...

[Genrewriter]

*008 eats his steak, savoring every bite. 002 chuckles.*

002: You are such a redneck.

008: Yeah, but I look good and I'm eating even better.

*008 deftly moves the plate up as 009 stumbles a bit, almost falling into his lap.*

008: Matt, you might want to cut her off now, good buddy. Although, she could probably do a passable Sean Connery impression at this point.