PicFic 2/19

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Chess

"It's been several years since I've been to the West End. Well, to attend a show any way."

"We will have to let you out of your cage more often, Napoleon."

"Says Mister I-Never-Stick-My-Head-Out-Of-My-Lab-Even-If-There's-A-Fire."

"How long are you going to keep bringing that up? I never heard that alarm."

"Alright, you two. Mark bought us tickets for a night out, so cut out all this work chatter."

"Yes, ma'am."

low whistle

"How long did you blokes practice to get that in perfect unison?"

"No practice. Just too many years as partners. So, what's the name of the show you're taking us to?"

"It's called 'Chess'. Reviews are a bit of a mixed bag on it, but I always prefer to see for myself."

"Sounds like it might be one to interest you, Illya."

"Why me, April? Because I am Russian and it is about chess? Napoleon is far more interested in chess than I am."

"But you play it."

"I also play dominoes. I do not think that would make me more inclined to watch a musical about dominoes."

tsk

"Stereotyping the Russian lad again. For shame, Miss Dancer."

"Oh hush, Napoleon. As the only one here still under the age of fifty, I also quibble with the 'lad' label."

"Now you are adding injury to insult, April."

"Alright, all of you. Don't get us tossed out of the ruddy theatre before the curtain even goes up."

"That's right - everyone behave.  My fuddy-duddy partner has spoken."

"You know, you could spend the show in the lobby, luv."

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I guess I just like the idea of them getting older and still manage to be as irritating to their opponents as they were in their youth *g*.