Illya Kuryakin was beyond tired. He managed to balance his Chinese takeout in one arm, and get his apartment key with the other hand. Opening his door he turned off his alarm system and stepped into his fusty apartment. He pushed his suitcase in with his foot and reset his alarm.
Toeing off one shoe he hobbled over to his couch, set his dinner on his crowded coffee table, shrugged out of his jacket and wandered into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of vodka from his freezer. He slipped his shoulder holster off and tossed it next to himself as he plopped down on his couch.
He took a swig of his vodka, straight from the bottle, leaned back and shut his eyes. That is how Napoleon found him later that evening. Asleep, one shoe off, toe poking out of a hole in his sock, cold take out in cartons on the coffee table, a bottle of vodka balanced against his thigh. His head leaned back against the couch, snoring quietly.
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Date: 2020-03-05 07:51 pm (UTC)Toeing off one shoe he hobbled over to his couch, set his dinner on his crowded coffee table, shrugged out of his jacket and wandered into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of vodka from his freezer. He slipped his shoulder holster off and tossed it next to himself as he plopped down on his couch.
He took a swig of his vodka, straight from the bottle, leaned back and shut his eyes. That is how Napoleon found him later that evening. Asleep, one shoe off, toe poking out of a hole in his sock, cold take out in cartons on the coffee table, a bottle of vodka balanced against his thigh. His head leaned back against the couch, snoring quietly.