M paused in front of 007's door. He does always trespass into my apartment.
"Bond, I know this is your day off, but we really need you to –" started M, walking into Bond's apartment.
"I wanna hold your hand!" sang Bond, clutching a cocktail glass like it was a microphone. He straightened his Beatle wig in the mirror, apparently unaware of M's presence. The needle of his record player traced the well-worn grooves of the Beatles single.
"Bond!" snapped M. "Mission tonight!"
"Can't go," replied Bond, casually dropping his glass on the floor. "I've got Paul McCartney tickets tonight."