"Jusss one lasss drink" ~ for the Short Affair Challenge 8/21

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Short Affair

Author: mrua7

Title: Jusss one lasss drink

-Prompt Word #2 – Groggy

-Prompt Colour – Orange

Word Count: Approximately 635

He woke up feeling groggy and hungover; shading his eyes with his hand from the bright orange of the morning sun...or was it afternoon, that was glaring through his hotel window.

Napoleon Solo rolled over with a moan, looking at his wristwatch.

“Ahhh, you have finally returned to the land of the living.”

“Stop shouting Illya.”

“I am not shouting.”

“Sounds like you’re using a bullhorn,”Solo covered his face with his arm. “What the hell did we do last night?”

“We went out drinking to celebrate the success of our last mission. You do not recall?”

“Oh I recall all right, but what did we drink? I haven’t felt this hungover in years. He looked up from the floor where he was lying, having never made it to his bed, he guessed, or had he?”

He squinted, seeing Illya was fully dressed, sitting at the table in their room, eating a piece of toast while a white ceramic mug was in his other hand.

“You let me sleep on the floor?”

“No...well yes, I suppose. You did fall into your own bed  last night but for some reason you got up and decided to stagger out here, and here is where you remained.”

“Gee thanks a lot.”

“I tried to rouse you but you were passed out and as you can see I did cover you with a blanket and give you your pillow. I feel fine myself, by the way. Thank you for asking,” Illya cleared his throat. “Would you care for some breakfast? Perhaps that might help make you feel better? There is bacon, sausage, eggs benedict, toast, croissants, fresh fruit and a carafe of hot coffee as well.”

Solo gagged as he quickly pulled himself up from the floor, dashing to the bathroom just in the nick of time.

After his retching had ceased he called out. “You can be a cruel bastard sometimes, you know that Illya?”

“What did I do?” Kuryakin answered back..

“You just had to keep toasting last night didn’t you?”

“Nothing wrong with that Napoleon; it is old Russian custom. You did not have to keep drinking and could have stopped at anytime.”

“What, and let you show me up?”

“I was not trying to best you. There was no contest except for what your ego was pushing you to do. It is not my fault however, that you began mixing your drinks. You should have stuck to your scotch instead of trying my vodka, but then of course drinking tequila on top of it, after that you imbibed an Old Fashioned and finally something called a Pink Squirrel. And you did keep saying, just one last drink.”

“Pink Squirrel? Were there any women involved?”

“For once, there were not.”

”Hey why didn’t you stop me?” Napoleon had just about made it out of the bathroom, when he began to gag again.

“You are a grown man and for better or worse, you make your own decisions.”

“Smart ass Russian.”

“Why do you say that? I am merely giving you an accurate account of your behavior.”

Illya waited, but there came no pithy reply, prompting him to get up and walk to the loo to investigate. He found his partner sound asleep on the bathroom floor and could swear he was smiling. Dreaming of some gorgeous woman, no doubt. Illya chuckled to himself at that thought, knowing Solo had a one track mind, even in this condition.

Taking pity on the man, he brought out Solo’s pillow and blanket, rather than disturbing him; he decided to let him to continue to sleep it off where he was.

Illya shrugged to himself, heading back to his breakfast. Digging into his bacon and eggs with relish; he shrugged his shoulders, figuring there was more food for him now.

Comments

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Yes a hard mission and unscathed but to be done in by too much booze after the fact. Poor Nappy. He'll probably want something less 'greasy' once he wakes up. Dry white toast always seemed to do the trick for me.

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