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

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Prompted by: The Petit Vieux~ Robert Service

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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.

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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.

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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...

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