The room where headquarters had arranged for the agents to shelter from a pelting ice storm was definitely not up to Napoleon’s standards. “You’d think an international organization could splurge on two beds.”
His partner rolled his eyes. “As long as there’s a roof over our heads, these accommodations will suffice.”
“The heater is stuck on frigid, and the shower’s barely big enough to turn around in.”
“With our level of survival training, I believe we will manage for one night.”
“There’s no room service, and the nearest restaurant is five miles away.”
I believe you and I wrote two similar situations with different outcomes. I enjoyed yours, dancingpony!
Here is mine:
“This definitely beats that Thrush cell.” “Agreed,” said Kuryakin, toweling his blond mop as he emerged from the shower, “but our training prepared us for that...” “We needed to seek shelter,” Napoleon replied. “At the Ritz?” “Illya! All work and no play, you know…” “But Napoleon, Mr. Waverly …” A knock at the door interrupted Illya. “Room service.” A waiter brought and uncorked a bottle of Dom Perignon. Raising a glass, Napoleon commented. “It’s just a little splurge…” “The Ritz? A suite? Seriously?” “This or a hospital, your choice.” “It beats green jello!” Illya twinkled. “Happy New Year!”
Bobby stood under the Precinct shower. Work was over for the year, but it had definitely not ended well - certainly not for his suit.
He and Theo had been called to a homeless shelter, where a training course had ended in murder.
Bobby had tried to arrest the killer and had finished up covered with food, paint and far worse. There was no way his suit would clean; he'd have to splurge for a new one.
Suddenly Theo appeared. "Happy New Year, sweetheart." He held up new a suit. Bobby stared. "And I'll take you out to dinner as well."
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It sure does! thanks for reading.
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The room where headquarters had arranged for the agents to shelter from a pelting ice storm was definitely not up to Napoleon’s standards. “You’d think an international organization could splurge on two beds.”
His partner rolled his eyes. “As long as there’s a roof over our heads, these accommodations will suffice.”
“The heater is stuck on frigid, and the shower’s barely big enough to turn around in.”
“With our level of survival training, I believe we will manage for one night.”
“There’s no room service, and the nearest restaurant is five miles away.”
“We work for Ebenezer Scrooge,” Illya growled.
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Here is mine:
“This definitely beats that Thrush cell.”
“Agreed,” said Kuryakin, toweling his blond mop as he emerged from the shower, “but our training prepared us for that...”
“We needed to seek shelter,” Napoleon replied.
“At the Ritz?”
“Illya! All work and no play, you know…”
“But Napoleon, Mr. Waverly …” A knock at the door interrupted Illya.
“Room service.”
A waiter brought and uncorked a bottle of Dom Perignon.
Raising a glass, Napoleon commented. “It’s just a little splurge…”
“The Ritz? A suite? Seriously?”
“This or a hospital, your choice.”
“It beats green jello!” Illya twinkled. “Happy New Year!”
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Thanks so very much. :D
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I loved the twisty ending, too.
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Thanks. I think having worked in retail helps.
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Bobby stood under the Precinct shower. Work was over for the year, but it had definitely not ended well - certainly not for his suit.
He and Theo had been called to a homeless shelter, where a training course had ended in murder.
Bobby had tried to arrest the killer and had finished up covered with food, paint and far worse. There was no way his suit would clean; he'd have to splurge for a new one.
Suddenly Theo appeared. "Happy New Year, sweetheart." He held up new a suit. Bobby stared. "And I'll take you out to dinner as well."
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Aw, what a good guy. Hold onto him, Bobby! Great job.
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