section7mfu | "This is the life" For A Little Drabble Do Ya!

A double drabble:

It was a sultry, firefly filled evening as Solo and Kuryakin sat out in the backyard of the safehouse in which they’d taken up residence. Their car was in need of repair and since there was no urgency in returning to New York, Waverly approved their stay.

Rather than a hotel, the unoccupied house would be more cost effective, much to the approval of Accounting.

After taking a taxi to a small grocery store for some supplies, the partners headed home and settled in, barbecuing burgers and kabobs outside on the grill.

Laying in a pair chaise lounges, they sipped beer to the sounds of chirping crickets.

“Isn’t this the life tovarish?” Napoleon blew a smoke ring from the large cigar he was smoking.

“If you call perspiring while being bitten by mosquitos the life, then your standards have been lowered.”

Napoleon clicked his tongue.”I meant the peace and quiet, as well as the fact that no one is trying to kill us.”

“Oh, then in that case I do agree...this is the life,” Illya swallowed the last of his beer. “In the meantime I am going inside to escape the blood sucking bugs.”

“Suit yourself tovarisch.”