The Randomness of Live~ Chapter 90

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A triple drabble: and picks up after "The Deadly Games Affair"

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Prompted by: Deadly Games~ Micha Thompson

I see you! Lying there clueless. Your fate is fast approaching.I grin!

An evil grin. Ears back with senses peaked. Shhhhh! Poor innocent little fuzzy.

Sizing you up seconds from launch. Whoosh!

Flying in an acrobatic plight. Claws extended anticipating your soft flesh.

Got you!

Sudden death for you fuzzy. Only to retreat and immediately size you up again. Here Kitty! ! '

'Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.'

'There you are you big Kitty. Come here.' Saved again!

But don't worry fuzzy. Your days are short and numbered!

Illya Kuryakin met his partner inside headquarters, telling him to go outside and see his visitor, before she gave place a bad name."

Solo cocked his head, realizing who the Russian was referring to.

Angelique maintained a sultry pose as she leaned against her cherry red Corvette, leering just a little. Her dress clung to her seductively, pressing her breasts together to reveal her ample cleavage.

"Truce?"

"No spiders?"

"Just me darling."

"Since you put it that way, I guess it's all right." He said, taking her hand, kissing it.

They chatted until Solo watched, sighing as his lover drove off and out of his life for the moment. He turned, slowly walking to the steps intending to return to headquarters, when he spotted the top of a blond head barely visible in the stairwell, above the level of the sidewalk.

Illya was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his lips pursed with that disapproving look of his.

"Being a little voyeuristic?" Napoleon sneered.

"Not in the least, just ensuring none of Angelique's pets were prowling around."

"There wasn't problem, we declared a truce. I think you were the one doing the prowling chum… being a little nosy."

"I am a spy, remember?" The Russian smiled. "If you think that little of my watchfulness, then I suppose you do not want me to remove that spider on your arm? So much for truces."

Solo nearly jumped out of his skin, hastily brushing his sleeves with his hands.

"Is it gone?" He asked, nervously looking himself over, searching for the arachnid.

The Russian turned away, stifling a response.

"Very funny! So there wasn't a spider, was there? Illya!"

The gentle tinkle of a brass bell, accompanied by a snicker were all that he heard from his smart aleck partner.

It's All About April - Drabble Tale - What Happens in Vegas, Pt 8

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Napoleon reached for a pastry.

"Oh well - all's well that ends well, I suppose. Say, where's Mark?"

Both Napoleon and Illya stopped at the blank look April was giving them.

"I haven't seen Mark."

"We left him here with you while we took care of Grauman."

"He could not have gone far - he was exhausted. I do not believe he even napped from the moment you missed your call-in."

April looked toward the bathroom and they all heard the faint sounds of the shower.

"How long has that been going on?"

"Ever since I woke up."

Vegas 1 - Vegas 2 - Vegas 3 - Vegas 4 - Vegas 5 - Vegas 6 - Vegas 7

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Dog Days of Summer

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It's hot and humid here - so this seemed like a good one to choose for today's drab.  Keep cool, cousins.

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"The Dog Days of Summer have arrived."

"Do you mean it is hot and humid? If so, I agree."

"I wonder why so many bad things are associated with dogs?"

"I could think of a few reasons, but what things are you referring to?"

"Like 'let loose the dogs of war'. And 'going to the dogs'. If you get jumped by several fellows, it's a dog pile. A nasty guy is called a junkyard dog. And that's without counting the ones associated with a female dog."

"Man's best friend."

"Pardon?"

"Dogs must hang around men too much."

The Game - A Little Drabble Do Ya - August 20th

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“I’m not in the mood for childish games Napoleon.”

The agents were stuck in the middle of nowhere, having developed a flat tyre. Illya was mad at himself, as it was his car and he had failed to check the spare.

“Come on chum,” Napoleon cajoled. “What else are we going to do while we wait for the breakdown truck?”

“We could discuss art, or literature, or even science.”

“Just give it a go, you might enjoy it.”

“Does it have to be that game?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, it’s your idea, you go first.”

“I spy with my little eye . . .”

Les Abstract Miserables - A Little Drabble Do ya

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I am underwhelmed.

At what?  What are you talking about now?

Look at that painting.  Even in the best tradition of abstract art, this is nothing more than ... it’s a mess.

I wonder who painted it?

I do not intend to inquire, it is obviously the work of a self-indulgent individual with delusions of talent.

Gee whiz, Illya, that’s a little harsh.

I have a particular distaste for pretentious works such as this.  The idea that someone would display this and actually assume that...

May I help you?

Uh, no... thank you.  My friend was just admiring the art.



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