The Randomness of Life Chapter 46~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/19

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Prompted by: The Catsup Bottle~Ogden Nash

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First a little

Illya and Mark sat together at the bar pouring and downing drink after drink. A challenge had been issued and Illya accepted. The Brit could out drink the Russian; heir poison gin.

As each libation was swallowed, the shot glass was turned upside down on the bar.

Over twenty there now.

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Then a lottle

One by one the Russian matched him; Mark felt the effects of the liquor.

"Oooooy mate, I was raised on gin, 'ow come you not flat out from it?"

Illya hiccuped before answering. "I lived in London fer' three years...re-remember?"

"Damn," Mark forgot.

They both passed out.

A tie.

The Tip - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Did you see that guy?  He didn’t even leave a tip for the waitress.”

Illya craned his neck to get a look at the ungrateful patron.  The diner was busy and each of the waitresses had a workload that made the Russian’s head spin.

“Perhaps we should leave one.  It would be a shame for her to get nothing for her efforts.”

Napoleon nodded; they were thinking alike.

Later on they ran across the same fellow playing for change on the corner.  The two agents listened and then moved on.  The musician yelled after them for not leaving a tip.

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 6

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Link to Part Five:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/334845.html

A double drabble today.

“Time for you to go now Mr. Kuryakin. Mr Solo will also be released from hospital soon and our plan will be set in motion.”

“Do not be so sure. I can alert UNCLE when I arrive at HQ.”

“Ah, now you see, there is a small microphone implanted under your skin, so we will be listening in, mention anything and Mr. Solo goes BOOM anyway.”

Illya simply smiled, one that would normally send shivers down the spine of the recipient. He would find a way to alert Waverly to the plot and save his friend at the same time.






On his return, Illya was wanted in Waverly’s office.

“Now, an explanation please; you and Mr. Solo have been missing for the best part of three weeks.”

Illya answered with a story for the benefit of the THRUSH listeners, while scribbling down on paper the real events, making Alexander understand what was being written was not to be mentioned and why.

Keeping up the verbal banter, The Chief and Kuryakin discussed what to do on paper; Illya would stay out of sight and Napoleon sent to Medical for ‘post mission examination’ to see if the device could be safely removed.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Volunteer

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“Illya, please get me some aspirin, my head’s killing me.”

“You look terrible! Did you get the information?”

“Yes, but only after spending hours in some dive bar on 42^nd Street drinking the worst swill I have ever had the misfortune to drink. Undercover work stinks! My wig itched, those stupid glasses dented my nose and if he’d told one more lame joke, I would have darted him.”

“UNCLE thanks you for your sacrifice, Napoleon,” Illya avowed, “Come, I will drive you home.”

“Remind me never to volunteer again.”

“You know you would do it again.”

“You’re right.”

“I know.”