A Little Drabble Do Ya: Making Excuses

[alynwa]

“Celia, I’m so sorry, but duty calls. I must leave,” Napoleon said as he finished dressing and bent to kiss his latest conquest as she sat with the sheets draped around her. “You’re beautiful and I had a wonderful time.” He shoved his feet into his shoes. “Bye, baby,” he said as he let himself out.

He exited the building, walked a block and got into the passenger side of a parked car. “Thanks, Partner; she was getting too clingy.”

“Communicators were not made to extricate you from clingy women. One day, this will backfire badly.”

“You’re probably right, Illya.”