Picfic Tuesday Challenge photo prompt for September 10th

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As said by the 60's cartoon 'Snagglepuss'...."Heaven's to Murgatroyd!" Tommorow is the 10th?  September is flying past!
Well here's your PicFic prompt for tomorrow.  If you've not familiar with the rules of the challenge, please pm me...

                           

Snapshots ~ "Just another Day"

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“Marriage is like a stinkin’ deck of cards” the drunk sitting at the bar slurred his words,” In the beginning all you need for a great hand is two hearts, then” he hiccuped,” all you wish for is a club and a spade.”

The blond sitting on the barstool next to him tried ignoring the the sage advice the man insisting on giving him, though it was unsolicited.

Illya Kuryakin had it at this point, as he’d been waiting for his contact for an unwarranted amount of time, nursing his drink...obviously his informant was not showing, and the evening was turning into a waste of his time.

He endured the rantings of the fellow next to him as he sank further into an advanced state of inebriation. The Russian finally swallowed the last of his vodka and turned to the man, unable to tolerate him any longer.

“Look, if that is your attitude towards marriage, then you are obviously with the wrong woman and she with you. I suggest you get a divorce, end your misery and move on.”

“Hey buddy,” the drunkard slurred,” you insulting my wife?” He leaned into Illya’s face; the stench of the man’s breath reeked of booze and the sour smell of cigarettes.

“My friend, perhaps you should go home and sleep it off.” Nudging the man back with simple a push of a finger, he decided it was actually time to leave as well.

The fellow took a swing at him, though the Russian didn’t move a muscle as the drunkard’s fist missed him by the ‘proverbial mile’ and landed the him face down on the floor of the bar.  The agent stepped over the prone figure, heading out the door, and hailed for a taxi to take him home.  There was no need to go to headquarters, his report, though pointless, could wait until morning.

Illya sighed, as it was just  another uneventful day...