Jun. 16th, 2013

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
“I’m not interested. Period.  Over and out.”
The room was dimly lit and the two men who occupied it were a study in contrasts.  The one vehemently objecting was an American, and his obvious good looks were not much disturbed by the shabby surroundings and what appeared to be a blooming purple spot on his left cheek.  Dark hair and eyes blended into the gloomy, ill lit room, making it difficult to discern just how angry he was simply by looking at his face.

The other man, the one who had caused the outburst, was blond and slightly built.  Even in the darkened room his hair stood out like a beacon, nearly as much as his eyes that were a shade of blue usually reserved for Caribbean waters.  He was shaking his head, obviously unhappy with the American’s response to whatever had been said.

dancing... )
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The Prompt
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The blaring sounds of rock and roll music were assaulting the ears of Napoleon Solo.  No matter how well he mastered the art of au currant, the CEA of UNCLE Northwest found it virtually impossible to enjoy a meal with Mick Jagger and the Stones providing the background.  His younger companion, a perky blond with a ponytail and braces, was suffering no such aversion to the sound blasting from a set of Bose speakers, hot off the assembly line, that graced the walls of this Uptown apartment.

Solo had grudgingly drawn this assignment, much to the relief of his less accommodating Russian partner.  Illya would most likely have turned off the stereo and challenged Clarissa Dupont to a staring contest rather than endure music not to his liking.  Illya was particular about his music.
beware of teenage girls... )
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“I’m not interested. Period.  Over and out.”
The room was dimly lit and the two men who occupied it were a study in contrasts.  The one vehemently objecting was an American, and his obvious good looks were not much disturbed by the shabby surroundings and what appeared to be a blooming purple spot on his left cheek.  Dark hair and eyes blended into the gloomy, ill lit room, making it difficult to discern just how angry he was simply by looking at his face.

The other man, the one who had caused the outburst, was blond and slightly built.  Even in the darkened room his hair stood out like a beacon, nearly as much as his eyes that were a shade of blue usually reserved for Caribbean waters.  He was shaking his head, obviously unhappy with the American’s response to whatever had been said.
dancing... )
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THE QUOTE:

Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.

MADE BY:

William James

The Story... )

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