The Double Blond Affair ~ chapter 2~ "Well isn't this just ducky, Illya"

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A call and response to Glennagirls "Double Blond" drabble: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/195092.html

It was his first trip to New York city and he wanted to make the best of it, before he shipped out with the Royal Medical Corp to Vietnam in two and a half weeks time. That posting would be a challenge, as he was not accustomed to the climate. Rainy weather in England he was used to, but not the rainy season of South-East Asia. Yet, like so many things in his life, he would adapt.

He was fascinated by the sights, sounds and constant motion of people hurrying about and here were neon lights everywhere. The closest thing he'd experienced to it was Piccadilly Circus at London's West End in the City of Westminster.

He was traveling with a few of the 'lads' who'd been here before, and seemed to know their way around, though his adventurous side would have had him wandering off on his own to see the sights. There was Central Park, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Broadway and so much more, but his companions had been bar hopping all morning and were being typical 'eejits', as Liam Kelly from Dublin liked to say.

The lads dragged him off to yet another Irish public house called McSorleys on East 7th Street, though he protested, as the last place he wanted to be in New York was an Irish bar.

He could go to one of those back home, or a Scottish one for that matter anytime he wanted. No, he wanted to see New York, or at least and American bar, and that he did, as he stormed off down the street in search of one. It didn't take long as there seemed to be a pub or two every which way he turned.

He walked into a place called the Mignetta Tavern, stepping up to the bar and ordered himself a glass of Scotch from the barman, neat of course, and just as he lifted it to take a drink he turned to the door and saw a man leaving... a blond man who looked just like him.

The bar, however, was too crowded to go after the fellow, and he paused for a moment to think about that before downing his drink, feeling like he'd just seen his own reflection in a mirror.

It was a very unsettling feeling indeed, but one he was easily distracted from when a pretty blonde girl caught his attention.

He offered to buy her a drink as he introduced himself.

"Eww, I just love English accents," she flirted with him.

"Actually its Scottish. I'm from Scotland, though I spent a lot of time in London with my family after the blitz."

"Blitz? What's a blitz? Do you mean a blintz?"

He chuckled to himself, wondering if she was one of those "dumb blondes" he'd always heard about when someone told stories or jokes about the States, though he supposed there were plenty of their kind in the U.K. if one thought about it.

"Hmmm, this might prove to be a good night after all..." His eyebrows cocked, and he smiled crookedly as he continued to sip his drink.