In case you missed the early entries...

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There are Song Story entries already posted for the Downtown prompt.  Just click on the song story tag to start reading.

And another thing...

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If you're not familiar with Uncle du Jour, please take a tour of the plant, er... community.  Originally founded by kitty4940, she has left it in my care due to some unforeseen obstacles in her LJ path.  Currently we're visiting episodes, and today it's The Odd Man Affair in glorious black and white.
There's something going on over there...

What's going on?

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This pic just called out for a little story, though I know it's part of a screen cap posted on Uncle du Jour


               

"Do you see those two sitting in 22 D and E.  They're really cute aren't they, especially the brunette."

"I'll take your word for it Susan, but personally the red head in 22 C is catching my eye."

"Oh yeah, that one, I suppose so if you like the mod look. The fellow sitting next to her is British, now he's groovy."

Illya leaned over to his partner, whispering into his ear. "Why do I have the feeling we are being watched?"

"Yeah me too chum," Napoleon spoke back. He turned to April sitting in the aisle seat opposite him, giving the hand sign telling her to be ready for trouble.

The stewardess came towards them, pushing the liquor cart in front of her, and stopping it right beside Solo. He readied himself, putting his hand inside his jacket, ready to grab his Special.

"Hi there handsome, coffee ,tea or me?" She whispered, handing him a napkin with her telephone number scribbled on it and what looked like the imprint of red lips.

Napoleon grinned at her and he gladly accepted it, signaling with his hands for the others to stand down. "Why hi there, my name is Solo, Napoleon Solo," he immediately went into flirting mode.

"Well fly me, I'm Susan."

"I will if I get the chance I most certainly will, "Napoleon said, giving her a little wave and blowing her a kiss as she continued on with the cart.

"Never ceases to amaze me," Illya mumbled. The next thing he knew a cabin steward was doing the same with April.

Illya leaned forward, calling over to Mark. "What are you and I....chopped chicken gizzards?"

"I believe the saying is chopped chicken liver old boy," Mark responded.

"Does it really matter Mark, we are still being ignored."

"Suppose you're right mate." Slate watched as the Russian leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and the British agent followed suit, figuring Illya had the right idea at this point.

Taking a nap leaves less time to feel left out...