Eleven
The lights were dazzling and the people moved beautifully in a sea of youth. However, James Bond didn't care. He had only two things on his mind. The first, busting a nationwide cocaine ring, a simple enough task, not even of world domination importance. Unfortunately, the second thing on his mind made it near impossible to concentrate. Q, the ever helpful quartermaster was taking the liberty of describing at length how he would dance around Bond in this exact situation in a fashion unbefitting a public establishment.
Bond gave up his surveillance to find a secluded hallway, leaning against the wall, imitating an intoxicated patron so he could speak freely over the intercom.
"Q," his voice came out rasping.
"Yes, 007?"
"Could you kindly, stop." He spaced out his last word threateningly with a pop sound at the end of his request.
"Maybe I could with a little incentive." Q tried to seem entirely innocent.
"I have to catch the bad guys first, Q. That comes later." Bond tried to steer Q back to the task at hand which could be accomplished much quicker if his quartermaster would actually do his job seeing as how he's caused Bond to lose both time and his targets.
"Okay 007, ones by the bar and the other is on the dance floor putting into practice some of the moves I'm going to use later. Judging by these files the one at the bar would very much appreciate your company in the alley outside."
"Hey, I don't tell you how to do computer stuff." Bond responded as he made his way over to the bar to do exactly what Q told him to.
"Bond." James said confidently to the young man sitting alone at the bar.
"Excuse me?"
"James Bond." He smiled and his mark smiled back. They made their way to the back door of the club on intuition and alcohol alone, that and James' experienced charm. Somewhere between the introduction and the end Q had already tuned out but 007 had his information and that was what was important. It didn't matter to Q how many people Bond had to entice just so long as he came home for what Q had promised him.
Q was waiting up for James when he got home at three that morning with his mission wrapped up all nicely.
"Q, you know you don't have to wait for me I wasn't going to just disappear between MI6 and here." 007 smiled anyway, not the predacious smile he had given earlier but a softer, domestic smile that still made Q a little speechless. He had always known Bond was a good actor, he just was never sure, and still isn't, which part he was in fact acting.
"That's not why I waited for you." Q smiled back in a way half between the others and with an added lust.
"Are you going to show me what you said now?" He was no longer tired as he looked into his quartermaster's eyes and saw how could spend the rest of the morning before Q had to go to work.
"Yes."