![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" For a Little Drabble Do Ya!
"Half a drabble half a drabble half a drabble onward! Into the valley of death rode the two brave men from UNCLE."
“Forward ye UNCLE agens! Charge for the guns!”Napoleon said, very dramatically.
“Inta the valley of death rode tha two UNCLE agens! Forward thaa men from UNCLE!,” he continued.”Was’ere a man disss-mayed?”
“Yes I am dismayed,” Illya growled.”What the devil has gotten into you?” Kuryakin was behind the steering wheel of their car as they headed back to their apartment building.
“Whaaaa? Can’t a fellow waxxx a bit poetic,” Solo slurred.
“This is the last time I go out with you to that Irish bar. Everyone there seems to know you and buys you drinks. It is no wonder you are so tipsy.”
“I am not drunk, I am simply...relaxed (hic). Now as I was sayin’, into the valley of death rode tha two UNCLE agents…”
Illya rolled his eyes but finally allowed himself a chuckle.
“Yes, Napoleon into the valley of death rode the two UNCLE agents. Cannons to the right of them, cannons to the left of them…”
“Hey tov-tov-ar-isch, this is my resuss-itation if you don’t mind?”
“Apologies. Continue.”
“Nah, you ruined my inspin-ation.”
“Thank goodness for small favors,” Illya mumbled.
“What’d you just say?”
“Nothing, nothing...”
"Good. I think I'll sing a song. How 'bout the drinkin' song?
"Please no?" Illya now looked pained, knowing his partner couldn't sing on key, sober or not.
"Ein zweit drei vier. Lift your stein an' drink your beer! Ein zweit drei vier. Lift your stein an' drink your beer! Drink! Drink! Drink!"
In reality, Napoleon Solo was as sober as a judge; he was just doing this to annoy his partner who'd pulled many's the prank on him.
"Payback's a bitch," Napoleon smiled to himself.
no subject
Nice hint about the Irish bar.
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)