section7mfu | The Randomness of Life Chapter 47~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/19 (Reply)

Prompted by: The Petit Vieux~ Robert Service

I'll assume a dashing air, laugh with loud Ha! ha! . . .

Napoleon Solo stepped from the dressing room in Del Floria’s reserved for regular cliente. He did a quick turn, modeling his new double-breasted suit in the triple mirror.

“You cut a dashing figure Mr. Solo,” Del smiled.

“Thanks to you sir.”

The tailor smiled, appreciating the compliment.

Scotches daily, gayly quaff, puff a fierce cigar.

Solo headed over to the Mask Club, meeting his partner there for drinks and dinner. A well deserved evening, enjoying each others company and to tell stories to the younger agents like a pair of old war horses.

“Well maybe not old,” Napoleon thought, checking himself in the mirror, again.

And in fashionable togs to the races go,

“Bozhe moy, not another new suit?” Illya blurted out as his partner seated himself at the bar.

“What’s wrong with a new suit? You could do with one...or two yourself.”

“There is plenty of life left in this one,” Illya swore, shoving his hand in his pocket and tearing it.

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Sow your nice tame oats and then . . . Hi, boys! Let 'er rip.

After much liquor and passing on dinner, Napoleon convinced his Russian to order a new suit from Del.

Illya stood there in the dressing room, just a little unsteady, as his measurements were taken.

“It’ll be ready Thursday,” Del said. “What color you want again?”

“Black.”

Napoleon crinkled his nose...