Bond's Office Hours [Monday]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond's liver was taking a bit less punishment than this time last week, mostly due to the fact that after going through his entire stash of alcohol, he was going to have to stretch things out until he built up a stockpile again.

In any case, he looked slightly less likely to shoot the nearest person if they looked at him sideways. The door was still closed though.

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela paused outside the door, checked to make sure that her appearance was professional, and knocked twice before shifting unconsciously to attention to wait for a response.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond took a moment to hide his glass in his desk drawer before calling out "Come in."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She opened the door smoothly and took three precise steps before coming to attention again. And waiting.

[doubleohblonde]

"Can I help you?" Bond asked, eyeing her posture curiously.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Shifting into a slightly more relaxed stance, Triela nodded. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but I help run the student gun club. The administration requires us to have a faculty adviser. Knowing that you have experience with firearms I thought that you might be willing to do that this semester."

[doubleohblonde]

Bond nodded. "I believe I can help with that."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Excellent," she nodded. "Do you think you could meet on Wednesdays after the last class period? You teach that day, so perhaps it's more convenient?"

[doubleohblonde]

Another nod. "Wednesdays work for me."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

All of a sudden, Triela's severe manner fell away and she shot Bond a huge grin. "Thanks! See you there."

She turned and headed for the door, but before she reached it she spun suddenly, still grinning. "And if you have any ideas for club activities, let me know."

[doubleohblonde]

"I'll be sure to," Bond assured her, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Good." She flashed a quick smirk and spun again to leave, steps still military-precise.