James had been sitting at the bar. He was due to return to London in a few days, but until then, he was staying at a hotel in some city in the Republic of Ireland where he'd had a mission in. Very easy, almost not worth the trouble, but M was trying to make sure nothing would escalate, and sent him there. A woman, maybe 23 or 24, walked in and sat near him. She had light blonde hair and bright blue eyes, almost like his own, but where his eyes were darken by the things he had seen, by the things he had done, she was carefree- free in general.
"Ummmm, I'm not sure what to order, so why don't you pick something for me. Something I can't get anywhere else. Or, at least nothing I can get in America." She said to the bartender. American, classic picture of an American. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nothing very special there in America. She turned to look at him and he got a better view of her. She had short- pixie cut short hair. It wasn't spiked up or slicked back, just swept to the side a bit. She was pale, not sickly pale, but also not far from it. She was also thin, but still had some muscle to her. Overall, a beautiful woman. She was wearing a simple black tank top and jeans, relaxed.
"Hi, I'm Raven." she introduced herself to him.
"Bond. James Bond."
"So, what are you drinking?"
"Maritini, shaken, not stirred." Her drink arrived, one of the St. Patrick's day special, the bartender made it just for her. She downed it quickly. Then, she order the same thing he'd gotten.
"You have to try something new, 'cuz you only have one life, and it ends to quickly for you to have regrets. I've been learning that."
"Have you?" He couldn't help but be intrigued. This young woman, with so much life ahead of her, would be talking like that?
"Oh, don't let my looks fool you. I'm dying."
"Aren't we all?"
"Yes, I suppose we are, but I'm dying of cancer. I don't mind. I'm thankful for what I've had and I am planning on spending time traveling around, doing things I wouldn't have before. Living."
"Well, its a shame. The world is losing a wonderful woman. I feel worse for us." They talked into the night, both sipping on their drinks, but not getting drunk. They went back to James's hotel.
