"Misty" ~ for the Short Affair 11/16
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section7mfuChallenge: The Short Affair
Prompt 1: nibble
Prompt 2: crimson
Title: "Misty"
author: mrua7
Word count: Approx. 875
The 21 Club was crowded tonight, but Napoleon being a regular patron was ensured a table was waiting for him.
Sitting beside him was a lovely blonde airline stewardess by the name of Tricia Sommers, and they were engaged in light conversation, nothing personal or suggestive...at this point.
Beside Tricia sat an equally pretty blonde, her co-worker on United Airlines. The girl, whose name was Misty Sands, came across unusually quiet and shy; not the type one would expect from a stewardess as airlines usually liked their hostesses to be a bit more friendly and outgoing.
Napoleon looked at his wristwatch, making note of the time. It was 9:15 and the escort he’d set up for Misty was late...not surprising as it was like pulling teeth to get Illya Kuryakin to agree to a blind date.
Since the Russian was beholding to him for a favor done on his behalf; Illya had no choice but to agree. Napoleon was only able to get Tricia to agree to a date if he’d gotten one for her overly shy co-worker.
Solo figured Illya wouldn’t mind that; Misty didn’t come across as a ditzy blonde...which his partner detested. Given she was shy meant she wouldn’t bend Kuryakin’s ear with mindless chatter.
His sole purpose there was to be the girl’s dinner companion and nothing more. That being said, and the fact Illya’s indebtedness to his partner put him in an untenable position; he couldn’t say no, not this time.
At least that’s what Napoleon thought as he looked at his watch again.The Russian was standing up the poor girl.
“Misty, I do apologize…” he started to speak.
“Yes, let me offer my apology for my tardiness,” Illya said from behind his partner and date. “My name is Illya Kuryakin, and please forgive me as duty called...or more precisely a very important client called and I simply had to speak to him.”
He reached out and took Misty’s hand, kissing the back of it before seating himself beside her.
“Oh how continental," Trisha giggled. "And what do you do for a living Illya...oh, I’m Tricia… this is my friend Misty. She and I work together.”
“So I have been told. I work for an import-export company and must deal with some rather flighty customers around the globe who insist upon speaking to me at all hours.”
“Napoleon I thought you said you and Illya worked together?” Misty asked.
“We do my dear. I’m in sales and Illya here is with the back office at the Acme Novelty Company.”
“Novelties, I just adore toys. Do you sell anything for adults?” Misty suddenly asked, sotto voce.
Napoleon cleared his throat, not quite expecting that sort of question, especially from someone who came across as a bit of a church mouse.
He chose not to answer her and quickly poured some champagne, making a toast. “Here’s to a fun evening, whatever that may entail.”
Their orders were placed and dinner arrived a short while later. Though conversation was at a minimum, Misty was still painfully silent throughout the evening.
Finally, Napoleon and Tricia’s flirtations had reached an apex and they decided to head off together.
“Yes it is getting late,” Illya agreed, while rolling his eyes. He rose, helping Misty with her chair.
The four walked to the coat check, and while the ladies retrieved their wraps, the partners whispered to each other.
“So that wasn’t too bad was it?”Napoleon asked.
“The meal was good, though trying to get the young lady to engage in conversation was quite tedious, still I suppose silence was better than silly conversation.”
“So you’ll see her home or just put her in a taxi and send her on her way?”Napoleon asked.
“Taxi.”
They helped the ladies with their wraps when Napoleon suddenly observed Misty lean over and whisper something to his partner and he swore he saw her nibble on his ear lobe?”
Illya’s face turned crimson at first, followed by that little half smile of his which at times could look rather wicked, as if he’d suddenly become the cat that ate the mouse.
“Napoleon, Tricia it was a lovely evening,” Kuryakin suddenly announced.”If you will excuse us,” he offered his arm to his date.”Misty and I will be heading to someplace a bit more intimate.”
Solo’s mouth hung open as he watched the two disappear outside and get into a waiting cab together. He swore he saw them in a lip lock?”
“Tricia your friend...is there something about her that I missed?”
“Oh, well,” she cleared her throat.”Misty may be quiet but she’s actually a bit of sex kitten when she meets a man she’s attracted to.”
“She’s what?”
“Well I don’t like to call her a nymphomaniac, but I guarantee she made your friend an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
“Really?” He didn’t know what else to say.
“Napoleon would you mind if we go get some coffee; there’s a really nice private jazz club a few blocks from here. I do so adore that kind of music, don’t you?”
“Coffee and jazz, ah… yeah sure,” he suddenly had a bad feeling he’d picked the wrong date.
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