The Randomness of Life Chapter 45~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/5

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Prompted by:"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!~Emily Dickinson

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That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

Will you look at that sky Tovarisch? Now this is a bit of heaven, pink sands, palm trees and," he held up his glass, "drinks with little umbrellas in them."

"What is that concoction you are drinking Napoleon, it looks rather nauseating."

"A mai tai," Solo grinned.

"That sounds ridiculous."

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There—Paradise—is found!

"Don't you drink anything other than vodka, remember variety is the spice of life," Napoleon quipped as he watched a bikini-clad girl slither past.

"Drinking while on a hot sandy beach is not one of my preferences."

Illya's words fell on deaf ears; his partner was already in pursuit.

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That spurned us—Yesterday!

Napoleon returned in a few minutes, looking red in the face, or at least one side of it.

"You were turned down...the Solo charm did not win her over?"

"No," he said rubbing his cheek. "Say, let's go to the bar, the odds will be better there."

Illya snickered at the solution.

Wretched Liar - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“I vill keel you now, you meesirabul rrrat!”

 “Is there not anything I can say in my defense, Adwar Aman?

“You violated my seester weeth your wretched Rushoon vays.”

“My wretched what?  Oh… No, on my honor.”

The grip tightened as the blade drew a single drop of blood.”

Just then, a voice …

“Stop Adwar!  I lied to you.  Please, let him go.”

Napoleon stopped the narrative.

“She did that, for you?”

“Yes, she did.  It is remarkable, is it not?”

“Hmmmm… I think I smell some wretched Rushoon vays.”

“Why, Napoleon, do you think I’m lying?”

“Da.”

“Nyet.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Dinner Plans

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“Good morning, Sal.”

The tailor looked up. “Alex! How are you, my friend?”

“I’m well. My wife and I have decided to have a small dinner party this Saturday evening and would like you and Carmella to be our guests. It has been far too long since the four of us have socialized.”

Sal’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Just the four of us? Your children won’t be there?”

“No and neither will Mssrs. Solo and Kuryakin. Sometimes, it is enjoyable to talk to people of the same age who remember and appreciate the same things.”

“It is indeed, Alex.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 5

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Link to Part Four: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/330309.html

Illya couldn’t be dead, but no matter how much Napoleon studied the reports in the newspapers and on TV, he couldn’t draw any other conclusion.

Still, it didn’t feel right; though his head accepted the evidence, his heart didn’t. And where Illya was involved, he’d learnt to follow his heart.

He’d already studied his chest wound… something strange there….. and noticed when the nurse adjusted his IV he promptly slept afterwards… drugs he presumed and, of course, THRUSH; though they tried to disguise the fact.

Okay, he’d pretend to believe it all and find out what they were up to.

Wretched Liar - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glenmered]

“I vill keel you now, you meesirabul rrrat!”

 “Is there not anything I can say in my defense, Adwar Aman?

“You violated my seester weeth your wretched Rushoon vays.”

“My wretched what?  Oh… No, on my honor.”

The grip tightened as the blade drew a single drop of blood.”

Just then, a voice …

“Stop Adwar!  I lied to you.  Please, let him go.”

Napoleon stopped the narrative.

“She did that, for you?”

“Yes, she did.  It is remarkable, is it not?”

“Hmmmm… I think I smell some wretched Rushoon vays.”

“Why, Napoleon, do you think I’m lying?”

“Da.”

“Nyet.”