Happy Birthday Alynwa

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Originally posted by glennagirl at Happy Birthday Alynwa

So, two men are walking down a long grey corridor when one of them stops suddenly.
The other man, dark haired and impeccably dressed, continues on a few steps before realizing that his blond friend isn't walking beside him any longer.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
The blond blushes slightly, an involuntary and irksome characteristic that he can't manage to avoid.
"I ... I seem to have forgotten an engagement.  I need to be gone for ... oh, about an hour or so..."
The brunet examines his friend's expression, squinting his eyes as he does so, as though he might see more clearly.
"What kind of engagement, exactly, have you forgotten tovarisch?  I don't remember seeing anything on our schedule..."
Realization dawns on Napoleon Solo even as his sneaky Russian partner is turning back towards reception, his pace quickening as he hurries towards the doors that will lead him out of HQ, on to his desired destination.
Napoleon will having nothing of it, so he yells after the blond and takes off at a run behind him.
"Illya, hey wait up!  I know where you 're going, you sneaky Russian ... Wait for me!"
The two men arrive at the door and wait impatiently for it to open.
"Thought you'd pull a fast one on me, eh?  Well, think again Illya."
Kuryakin considers the options: Find a way to lose his friend in the Manhattan traffic and try to beat him to the door of this someone special; Accept that it will be impossible to keep Napoleon from arriving at the same front door, and just share a cab.
"I give, Napoleon.  Shall we go together and share in the occasion?"
The American thinks about it, decides to let the deception pass ... this time.
"Very well, I suppose it's best, especially if it will make her happy."
The ride is mercifully short, the anticipation shared by the two agents palpable.  When the cab stops in front of her apartment building, Napoleon shoves the cab fare into the hand of the driver and sprints up the steps behind the nimble Russian who has already rung the doorbell.
With minimal self-control at the happy prospects of spending the afternoon with the birthday girl, hugs and kisses await her as the door opens to her two most ardent admirers.
"Happy Birthdayalynwa!  Your boys are here, let the celebration begin."
The Birthday Girl is only too happy to welcome them inside.
The rest of the story is hers to tell.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Nice! The Hypnotoad, commanded you well. (it's a running joke between me an Alynwa and her mother's cat)

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

OMG, sorry I'm just commenting now, but, ahem, the boys just left. Something about a coup in Venezuela. They were just....hmmmmm. What was I saying?

Oh, yes. Thank you for the lovely time.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

You're welcome :D I hope the day was fab. Say, have you been to see LOVE while in Vegas? It's an amazing show, you shouldn't miss it if you're able to get there.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

I did have a great day, thanks! No, I act like a local when I'm here, so haven't been to the Strip to see any shows.