Waverly's Brew - Song Story

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From the prompt: An Englishman in New York by Sting
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The room was neither tense nor relaxed; it was the same as always.  The older man at the head of the table tapped his pipe, a habit that held little importance in regard to the act of smoking it.  Alexander Waverly spent as much time in preparation as in the actual deed; it was true of many things in his life.

Also seated at the table were his two top men, Napoleon solo and Illya Kuryakin.  They watched in silence, as always, exchanging knowing looks periodically.  Kuryakin, the Russian, was the model of patience as he sat in a manner that reminded his partner that his training had been in the strictest of Soviet disciplines.

As for Solo, he knew they weren’t going anywhere just yet, and the Old Man would unveil the latest threat for their perusal when he was good and ready.  He entertained himself with a memory of last night’s date with... Cheryl.  He shouldn’t have forgotten so soon.

Mr. Waverly continued to fuss with his pipe, with papers and several file folders that had caught his attention.  At long last he looked up, the hoary brows in competition with the stubborn hair that would only behave with a layer of something his barber had recommended.

The doors whooshed open and in strode a young woman with a tray.  It was immediately noted by all three men that a teapot and cups were on the tray, the aroma of Earl Grey identifiable to the ones who recognized it.  Napoleon thought the girl was very pretty, and her particular shade of blonde was natural and not out of a bottle.  Illya noticed his friend’s attention to detail and smiled.

Mr. Waverly looked up expectantly, a small smile welcoming the tea, and the girl.

“Ah, thank you Miss...”  The woman smiled at the old gentleman, glad to be in the company of someone who reminded her of a grandfather thousands of miles away.

“Denham, Mr. Waverly.  Iris Denham.”  Waverly nodded, taking in the aroma of the tea as he thanked her for making and delivering the brew.

“Yes, quite right.  I must say, it is a particularly pleasant happenstance that you are assigned here, my dear.  I haven’t had a decent cup of tea in this office for months.”

Iris smiled again, she appreciated the compliment and the way the other two men were looking at her.  New York was going to a bit of all right, it seemed.

“I’m just so pleased that it suits you, sir.  Is there anything else I can get for you?”  Napoleon was grinning like a man already in love.  Where had she come from?

Waverly noted the reactions to the lovely Miss Denham, but was more concerned with pouring the tea.  She would have been a pleasant diversion, to be sure, but there was business to attend to.

“All right, gentlemen.  Now that the tea is here, let us get to the core of things.  Please open the files in front of you...”

And so the meeting commenced, with a proper tea in hand and at least two invitations to dinner brewing, sort of like that pot of Earl Grey.

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I'm not much of a tea drinker, although iced tea is nice. I'm glad it prompted a reaction, thanks :D