"Needles and Pins" for the Short Affair Challenge

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Pose

-Prompt Colour – Yellow

Author: mrua7

Title: "Needles and pins"

Word count: approx. 996

Sauntering down the runway, the overly thin model dressed in a flowing canary yellow caftan stopped at the very end. She struck a pose, putting her hand on her hip before quickly turning for the walk back.

Without warning she twisted her ankle and lost her balance; her arms whirled backwards like the propellers on an airplane to save herself, but it did no good. Down she went, right into the arms of one of the onlookers, a handsome dark haired man, impeccably dressed in a three piece suit.

As she looked up into his face, she guessed he was a buyers from one of the fashion houses.

“Hello there,” he smiled.” Are you all right Miss?”

“Yes I am. Thank you so much for catching me, I’m sure I would have been badly hurt Mister…”

“Solo, Napoleon Solo, at your service.” He gently set her down on her feet, thinking she was as light as a feather.”May I escort you backstage...to make sure you’ll be okay?”

Twigsome Jones blushed. “Well we’re not supposed to let people backstage, there’s a lot of espionage going on with people trying to steal Rodolfo's clothing designs.”

“Trust me when I say, I’m not interested his work.”

She thought that odd. “Then why are you here...aren’t you a buyer?”

“Oh I’m here at my UNCLE’s bequest to meet someone, that’s all.”

“And who might that be?”

“The designer, Kuryakin.”

“Oh Illya? He’s so mysterious, and his work is fabulous. For someone who is new to the runway; everyone is dying to wear his clothing. Being from behind the iron curtain, we were so surprised his designs are so mod and free spirited.”

Napoleon’s eyebrows raised. He’d never heard his partner described quite that way. As he escorted Twigsome backstage, Illya suddenly appeared and rushed towards the girl. His jacket lapel was filled with a number of sewing needles and pins, his pockets were stuffed with different color spools of thread.

“Are you all right darling: I saw you fall. My heart was in my...how you say throat, da?”

“Yes Mr. Kuryakin I’m fine. Mr. Solo here saved me.”

“Oh did he, well thank you sir. It is hard to find great models like Miss Jones here. Now my dear you must get ready for the next line,” Illya clapped his hands together, hurrying her along. “Now go! Teper' idi! Shoo!”

Napoleon wiggled his fingers in a goodbye to Twigsome, immediately followed by his head swiveling as he watched some near naked models hurry back and forth.

“When am I getting out of here?” Illya whispered. “There is nothing happening at all. Our intelligence was faulty this time. I have bugged every person involved with the house of Rodolfo and there is absolutely nothing but prattling and nonsense.”

“Well Mr. Waverly wants you to hang in there just a little bit longer, now if you need an assistant I’m more than willing tovarisch…”

“Why does that not surprise me, however you would be of no use to me as all you are going to do is flirt and ogle the models like you are doing at this very minute…Napoleon?”

“Huh, sorry I wasn’t listening.”

“Why does that not surprise me as well,” Illya shook his head.”Now as to my exit from this little dog and pony show?”

“I don’t see why you’re in such a rush. Can’t you just enjoy the company and the ummm, scenery?”

“Though I cannot lie about liking the lovely ladies that surround me, still these models are a bit thin for my taste. Though I am for taking care of one’s personal appearance, they are constantly looking in a mirror; their vanity it a bit of a turn off. All I am looking forward to is getting away from this and back to the action in the field.”

“What, you’re not getting any ahem….action here?”

“Not that type of action, Napoleon. I am not here to dally with the models.”

“They’re not coming after you?”

“No, possibly because they think I am a homosexual.”

“That’s a little stereotypical isn’t it?” Napoleon asked.” It wasn’t part of your cover story.”

“None the less, that is how my cover has seemed to evolve. This suits me well enough as I do not have the women fawning for my attention other than to make an adjustment to their clothing. They are more interested in the jet setting playboy types with lots of money."

“Pity, all these gorgeous girls and you can’t do anything with them. What a waste.”

“I tell you what Napoleon, next time we have an assignment such as this, you can play the part of the designer. Though you will have to learn the finer points custom clothing design, and I do not mean telling your tailor how you like the fit of your clothes. You have to make and execute the designs yourself.”

“Wait, you made these outfits the models are wearing?”

“Yes I did,” Kuryakin nodded, proudly sticking out his chin. “It paid for me to speak to and observe Del Floria in action. He gave me some pointers, though I had training back in Soviet Union in making my own disguises when needed.”

“I’m impressed tovarisch. Maybe you’ll have a new calling when you reach retirement age.” Napoleon turned his head as a topless model walked past, giving him a wink and a smile.

“Napoleon?” Illya snapped his fingers.”Now about my exit.”

“Yes a few more days, then the great Kuryakin will mysteriously disappear in a skiing accident in the Alps.”

“Good, now if you will be so kind as to return to the audience; I have a show to finish.”

“Illya?”

“Yes Napoleon?”

“Could you get me some of the girl’s phone numbers before you leave? And just for future reference, I'd liked to play the jets setting playboy with the money instead of a clothing designer.

Kuryakin squinted at his partner. “Why does that not surprise me. All right, just for you, I will get you some phone numbers.”

“Thanks partner.”

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Thank you! Wanted to give a Twiggy image without using her name. LOL!