Double Drabble - Vexation, Illya Is Your Name

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So we have yin and yang, blond and brunet... Illya and Napoleon.
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"What will you have?"

"What do you think?"

Napoleon paused, wondering why he had even asked. Then again, a man might change his drink occasionally.

"Well, I just thought you might want some bourbon for a change."

Illya rolled his eyes, his default response to Napoleon's inane comments.

"I do not like bourbon, in spite of its origins.  Horses I like, but I'll have vodka, thank you."

Now Napoleon was totally flummoxed.

"What are you talking about?"

Illya looked sideways at his friend, then caught the drift, so to speak.

"Ah, well… Bourbon is from Kentucky, famous for horses and, of course, Bourbon."

"But why, I mean… why tell me that you like horses while refusing to drink my bourbon?"

A heavy sigh accompanied the reply.

"I was merely pointing out to you, my friend, that in spite of liking the environs from which the drink emerged, which includes the famous thoroughbreds of the region, I do not enjoy bourbon."

Napoleon shrugged in defeat.  He was a reasonable man, knowledgable about many things and patient beyond normal endurance.  But sometimes the Russian made him want to throw something… at Illya.

"So, you're having vodka?"

"On second thought, I'll have bourbon."