Office Party (MI6 Style) - The After Party: 00Tiago + Savannah-Jade
Something is off with James. Tiago doesn’t need to be as intuitive as he is to feel it. The Spaniard sighs heavily as the Englishman pulls away from his embrace, head slumped forward, fighting to stop himself from groaning under the sheer volume of alcohol he’s consumed throughout the New Year’s Party.
“James? Do you need some fresh air? Come on, I’ll help you...”
Rubbing the small of his back, the double-oh hooks his arm more securely under his partner and co-host’s back, leading him out of the dining hall, littered with the remains of bottles, party banners and hangers-on still dreamily drifting around to the music the DJ is now playing on autopilot.
Tiago hums, glancing up at said DJ as they near the exit behind the stage at the front of the hall. Twenty more minutes, he mouths. Then the cleaners would arrive. The DJ could stop spinning his trashy pop records. And everyone could go home. They’ve had their fun and their booze. Now the year 1999 can get underway-
James seems to struggle a little bit next to him as Tiago helps carry him out into the parking area round the rear of the MI6 building at Vauxhall. A few posh Jaguars and BMWs sit beside a rather neat arrangement of older, American style cars. Some of the guests to the Party had a weakness for the vintage motors, it seemed.
Not too far from them behind a low lying wall, a very classy Lamborghini is sitting parked beside the meter. A very small wisp of fumes trickles out of a crack in the top window.
The Spaniard casts a worried gaze over his partner. Is he going to be sick? There are a few evergreen holly shrubs planted in pots nearby several pillars that could possibly hide the guilt.
The cold, crisp chill of a January evening seeps through the heat of suits carrying the warmth of a festive gathering. If Bond needs to be physical to express himself, Tiago understands.
He’ll bring the woman James had wanted earlier to cheer his boyfriend up once he looks more like his old self again.