"Hot town summer in the city" ~ redux for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A hot sultry night found a cat prowling the streets, dressed in jeans... a black  tee-shirt. It kept him inconspicuous amongst the comings and goings of Brooklyn.

The scents of food, beer and hot asphalt assaulted him, yet an enchanting odor caught his attention...perfume.

Familiar.

Posters covered partitions surrounding a construction site. There... an ad for a fragrance. Giselle, a model with whom he had a brief encounter.

Shalimar.

Closing his blue eyes, the cat remembered, but was distracted by a bum relieving himself nearby.

A bar perhaps, find himself a willing kitty, or go languish alone on his fire escape.

Flowers - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - June 29th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Having spent a week in enforced confinement, Illya was actually looking forward to seeing the office he shared with Napoleon. As the door slid open he found he could barely get in for the absurd amount of flowers filling most of the space.

“Napoleon, must you keep the gifts from your conquests in here?”

Moving precariously past the many bouquets and baskets, Solo came out to greet his partner.

“These are nothing to do with me,” he told the Russian, with annoyance. “They are from your admirers, but the nurses wouldn’t allow them into medical.

Illya tried not to smile.

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