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[his_sarah_jane]

4. Roleplay Prompt - For some reason, you're tied together with someone else. Now what?

There are always perils associated with a trip to Milliways Bar. Always. Be it magical gender switching or transfiguration into animals or even random songs, there are real perils associated with a trip. It usually akes for interesting times. And sometimes, it makes for annoying ones.

Today, Sarah Jane finds herself face to face with one of those latter events. Without Valerie to serve as a figure of neutrality, she and Le Chiffre had spent the past fifteen minutes bickering over who arrived first at a barstool. Sarah was more than certain it was her. The other man was convinced otherwise.

Bar, as they found out a few moments later, isn't fond of such a row. So very not fond that, in effect-

"Oh, this is all your fault!" Sarah Jane yells, glaring down at their tied wrists.

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[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

That gets a slow eyebrow raise. A vague symbolism of 'wtf?', if you will.

".. Whatever for? I'm not the one in the wrong."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

The look is directed straight back at him.

"And I am?"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Cue eye roll.

"I thought we'd already established that it was, yes."

Le Chiffre is never wrong. No rly.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Cue scowl.

"Oh! We did no such thing!"

Still glaring, Sarah Jane finally sits on the barstool that started this whole mess. She tries crossing her arms over her chest, only to be foiled the second there's something keeping her arm flat on the counter.

"You decided as such!"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Chiffre's not letting his bound hand go anywhere, he's quite happy to use it to lean against the bar with.

And because he's such a gentleman, he'll let her sit there for now. But possibly not for long.

"Uh-huh. And what I say goes. Considering this will all be a lot easier if you just agree with me and do as I say, I'd think that's the best option for you to do."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Such a gentleman. A rude, arrogant, insufferable git of a gentleman.

"Or, you could agree with me," she counters, raising an eyebrow as she stares at him. "Apologise and perhaps Bar will be happy to let us go."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Considering Le Chiffre is neither rude, arrogant, insufferable or a git, clearly there is a mistake.

He is, in fact, well mannered, polite, modest, and loved by all, which would be why his response is oh so caring.

"Fuck off. I'm not apologising for anything."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

The magical cord around their wrists tighten the second after Le Chiffre utters the words 'fuck off.'

Sarah scowls, wincing at the sudden closeness and tightness.

"Git! See what you've done?"

And the cord becomes tighter yet.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

And by the second time its tightening, it even has Le Chiffre flinching.

He's about to reply with yet another insult, before something registers that doing so really isn't a good idea. "Alright! Okay. Stop it. That's not helping either of us."

Le Chiffre can actually be an agreeable sort in the right circumstances. Put a gun to his head and he'll agree with anything you say.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She doesn't want to agree with Le Chiffre. It goes against her stubborn personality and her joy in verbal sparring. Then, there's who exactly she's bickering with. The only time Sarah Jane Smith-Bond ever likes to agree with the villain is when Valerie is revolved.

Then, in those moments, she can forgive him of absolutely anything.

Sarah lets out a low sigh, glancing at their bound wrists. "What do we do, then?"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"How very refreshing. You're letting a man make all the decisions for once," he comments with a small level of smug creeping back.

The trouble with this whole situation is.. Chiffre doesn't want to start agreeing and behaving himself, but he also wants to get free, too.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Glower, glower, scowl.

"I'm only asking for advice."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Smiiirk.

"Oh, but you're asking me for advice. Obviously you've come to realise that I know best."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"In your dreams."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Constantly. You're always in them."

What? He's allowed to be creepy.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah really does wish she could move away from him right now. Instead, she has to settle for taking a deep breath.

"You must be mistaken."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Oh, not at all. You're not a woman who can easily be forgotten. Especially when always in my dreams. I suppose I just can't get enough of you."

It's not exactly charming when said in the mocking tone he's using.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe my husband would like hearing this very much," Sarah points out as calmly and rationally as possible. She smiles, a pretty smile that would seem nice in other company. But given that it's Le Chiffre, it's probably best mistaken as mocking.

"Other men dreaming of me. He's quite the possessive sort, you know."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

While the mocking can be returned with perfect ease, receiving it is still not appreciated.

"Of course, and as I've pointed out, I doubt he'll be pleased to see you binding yourself to another man."

And a sudden thought has him pausing before adding quickly, "What if we're stuck like this?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Permanently?"

Oh good heavens, she hopes not. The very thought sounds absolutely repulsive. Sarah Jane would very much be willing to lose a hand first.

"There are, you know, always alternatives."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

The permanent thought isn't one he likes to linger on, so instead, he takes a few quite moments to think on the alternatives.

".. Yes, I suppose there are. But I'm not sure Bond would appreciate me killing you, even for a cause like this."

Possibly they're thinking of different alternatives.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Because chopping off your hand really involves my death," Sarah Jane retorts dryly. "I don't think James would have any problem with that at all."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"My hand?" This is not an idea Le Chiffre likes! Murdering was more entertaining.

"My dear, I'm already handicapped through sight, so I think you should be the one to lose a hand."

He needs his hands to play poker. Even scary machete wielding men can agree with that.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Oh no he doesn't.

"It can be stitched back on. And given your Frankenstein like manner, I don't see what the problem would be."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Le Chiffre manages a length pause to arch an eyebrow at Sarah in a massively unamused look.

"Frankenstein?"

Oh please, he's much more like Dracula.

"How about we both cut off our hands? You go first, and I'll do so after you have."