Illya had a massive headache; wiping the sweat from his brow with his handkerchief, he felt jittery and nauseous.
Why? No THRUSH drugs in his system. Why was he ill?
“You okay?” Napoleon asked.
Being off duty on an unusually hot night, they’d gone to one of Kuryakin’s jazz clubs. It wasn’t Napoleon’s thing, but being sans date for the evening...better than sitting home.
Illya described his symptoms.
Looking at the numerous empty glasses on their table, Solo quickly figured it out.
“I think a dozen ice-teas full of caffeine did it, don’t you?”
Illya shrugged. “I was thirsty.”







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Date: 2016-09-28 05:34 pm (UTC)I hope they tasted good, anyway.
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Date: 2016-09-28 10:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2016-09-28 10:31 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2016-09-28 10:33 pm (UTC)Oh it sort of happened to me at the Dublin House in Red Bank. I was playing at the Irish session and the waitress just kept the ice tea coming. I'm not supposed to have caffeine but it was hot, I was thirsty and sometimes I'm just sick of drinking plain water. Can't drink the seltzer there as they don't know if it's sodium free.
Such is a restricted diet. Sigh.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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