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Jun. 28th, 2013
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mrua7.livejournal.comThe Prompt: "Downtown."
"Looks like it’s going to be another round of scorchers for the next few days folks,” the radio announcer said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. “It’s nine fifty-five p.m...remember the date kiddies as we hit a record high temperature today! It’s still 98 degrees, so try to stay dry if you can, sit in front of the fan with a cool glass of ice tea...that’s if you can get any ice. If you have air conditioning, then you are indeed blessed....give me your address and I’ll be right over. I’m a courteous house guest.”
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"Looks like it’s going to be another round of scorchers for the next few days folks,” the radio announcer said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. “It’s nine fifty-five p.m...remember the date kiddies as we hit a record high temperature today! It’s still 98 degrees, so try to stay dry if you can, sit in front of the fan with a cool glass of ice tea...that’s if you can get any ice. If you have air conditioning, then you are indeed blessed....give me your address and I’ll be right over. I’m a courteous house guest.”
Illya Kuryakin moaned when he heard that, slapping his hand to his forehead and rolling his eyes in response.
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dixiebelle2013 at downtownIt was Friday night, and Napoleon and Illya were relaxing in a bar downtown. The bossa nova was playing, and Illya was drinking vodka while watching his partner dance with a beautiful blonde.
Suddenly the Russian jumped to his feet and sprang at Napoleon's dance partner, knocking her against the wall.
"Hey! What the hell did you do that for?" Napoleon asked angrily.
"I just saved you, my friend," Illya replied. "You were too full of lust to notice, but I recognized her. She is a THRUSH agent, my friend. That fountain pen she carried was really a hypodermic needle. She was just about to inject you with it when I jumped in."
"So how many lunches do I owe you now?" Napoleon grinned sheepishly. "I've lost count."
"But I have not."
As the two men left the bar together, it was once again driven home to them that they could never let their guard down for even a second, not even when they were enjoying themselves...downtown.
Suddenly the Russian jumped to his feet and sprang at Napoleon's dance partner, knocking her against the wall.
"Hey! What the hell did you do that for?" Napoleon asked angrily.
"I just saved you, my friend," Illya replied. "You were too full of lust to notice, but I recognized her. She is a THRUSH agent, my friend. That fountain pen she carried was really a hypodermic needle. She was just about to inject you with it when I jumped in."
"So how many lunches do I owe you now?" Napoleon grinned sheepishly. "I've lost count."
"But I have not."
As the two men left the bar together, it was once again driven home to them that they could never let their guard down for even a second, not even when they were enjoying themselves...downtown.
dixiebelle2013.livejournal.comOriginally posted by dixiebelle2013 at Downtown for the Song Story Challenge by Dixiebelle2013
dixiebelle2013 at Downtown for the Song Story Challenge by Dixiebelle2013It was Friday night, and Napoleon and Illya were relaxing in a bar downtown. The bossa nova was playing, and Illya was drinking vodka while watching his partner dance with a beautiful blonde.
Suddenly the Russian jumped to his feet and sprang at Napoleon's dance partner, knocking her against the wall.
"Hey! What the hell did you do that for?" Napoleon asked angrily.
"I just saved you, my friend," Illya replied. "You were too full of lust to notice, but I recognized her. She is a THRUSH agent, my friend. That fountain pen she carried was really a hypodermic needle. She was just about to inject you with it when I jumped in."
"So how many lunches do I owe you now?" Napoleon grinned sheepishly. "I've lost count."
"But I have not."
As the two men left the bar together, it was once again driven home to them that they could never let their guard down for even a second, not even when they were enjoying themselves...downtown.
Suddenly the Russian jumped to his feet and sprang at Napoleon's dance partner, knocking her against the wall.
"Hey! What the hell did you do that for?" Napoleon asked angrily.
"I just saved you, my friend," Illya replied. "You were too full of lust to notice, but I recognized her. She is a THRUSH agent, my friend. That fountain pen she carried was really a hypodermic needle. She was just about to inject you with it when I jumped in."
"So how many lunches do I owe you now?" Napoleon grinned sheepishly. "I've lost count."
"But I have not."
As the two men left the bar together, it was once again driven home to them that they could never let their guard down for even a second, not even when they were enjoying themselves...downtown.
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