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If you have some time this weekend, I hope you will drop into the Scrapbook for some seasonal thrills and chills! There's something for everyone - Halloween tonight!
You can find Scrapbook here https://mfu-scrapbook.livejournal.com/1363642.html
A PicFic photo prompt was posted for each of the seven days
as inspiration for you to write.
(7 days, 7 prompts)
Your response can be a poem, a drabble, dialogue,
a short paragraph, a short story, or a long one.
Wherever your muse takes you!
Just remember include the PicFic prompt
with your post!
Unable to write? Then repost your
previous Hallowee Fics! (the more the scarier!)
However the inspiration takes you,
as long as it’s Halloweenish and involves the
Men from U.N.C.L.E.
You can still join in and catch up!
Just remember it must be gen or gen-mature for this writing site.
Our Halloween event runs
October 22nd
through
October 28th
It's not too late to catch up
on this week's prompts!
You can still post until Halloween!
Here's the final prompt for today!
A group of off duty agents decided to hit a bar after signing out of headquarters, not that they were ever truly off duty as a Section II could be called in for an assignment at anytime.
No one was permitted to be unavailable unless they were ill, or away on vacation...but then again if an assignment cropped up in their getaway location, well there went the vacation.
Drinking was something these people did, many of them smoked cigarettes too, for some it was for pleasure but for others it was a means to relaxing. Life as a Section II agent was stressful, not that they didn’t know that when they signed on for field work; but it was just accepted as part of the job.
Tonight was a small, but not an exclusive group of men who headed out to bar hop. Section II agents weren’t snobs by any means and would drink with anyone, especially if that anyone was willing to pay for said drinks.
It seemed a good number of the agents were always short on cash for varying reasons, foremost among them was Napoleon Solo; he was always borrowing cash from his rather frugal partner to finance his extensive dating schedule, though tonight he was flush with cash. (that he didn't borrow from Illya)
The group consisted of Solo and Kuryakin, Mark Slate, Kit Kittredge, George Dennell and a few of the people from the Communications Section. It was actually mischief night, the night before Halloween, but the only mischief these men were interested in was drinking.
Everyone was looking forward to April Dancer’s annual party, and tonight’s adventure into inebriation was just a warmup.
The drinks and cigarettes accompanied by bad jokes and long stories continued into the wee hours until their numbers dwindled to just a few as they ended up at the bar in the Carlyle Hotel, near Central Park.
At this point they all had a pretty good buzz going, although looking at the Russian, no one could never guess it.
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