"That'll do it" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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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.”