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jkkitty
10 March 2019 @ 03:32 am
Trying to get through crowds once more in the Krewe of Endymion which was holding ‘the greatest block party on earth to kick off the Endymion Party’ according to signs all around the area   Pushing through the crowd after spotting Crocker again, the men ran into another parade at the end of the French Quarter on Canal Street.

Napoleon complained as he was bumped into again, “Thought you read the guidebook all the parades were going down St. Charles Avenue into the Central Business District.”

“According to it, only one doesn’t, the Endymion Parade and just started in 1967, last year.  Does New Olean ever stop partying:” Illya shout back almost drowned out by the noise of the crowd cheer on the participates.

“And of course, not after all it’s Mardi Gras,” Napoleon yelled back. “Stopping to watch Crocker who had stopped to watch the parade, he leaned down, hands on his knees to catch his breath.  “I afraid that I’ll pull my gun if someone pushes me too hard.   With all these people who know if they’re thrush or not.”

“I know what you mean.  Guess we can only hope someone doesn’t get throughout radar.”  Illya kept an eye on the Thrush agent.

“Maybe you need to get some more exercise in, so you don’t become short of breath easily.”  He teased.


“Funny, partner.   By the way who’s this Endymion anyways to have a parade named after him?”  

Illya turned toward Napoleon, “Actually you should be jealous of him.  He was a beautiful youth loved by Selene, the moon goddess in Greek mythology.  She had Zeus put him under eternal sleep and put him into an eternal sleep then visited him nightly for a romantic encounter.  Something even you have not mastered.”

Standing up, “Oh, you are a funny man tonight aren’t you.  Well, where did Crocker go?”

“Damn!” the two agents said at the same time.
 
 
mrua7
10 March 2019 @ 11:00 am

IIllya was quite awake when he heard Napoleon leave, and seeing the note stating that he was going down to the hotel bar for a drink answered the Russian’s only question.

He was fairly confident his partner wouldn’t leave the premises as he’d most likely become entwined with a member of the fairer sex staying here at the hotel.

They had a 7 o’clock appointment to keep, and an agent like Solo wouldn’t miss it, at least that what Illya hoped. Then again never knew for sure with the American and his voracious libido.

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glennagirl
10 March 2019 @ 11:55 am

D is for Drink Up!

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mrua7
10 March 2019 @ 11:59 am

Illya was quite awake when he heard Napoleon leave, and seeing the note stating that he was going down to the hotel bar for a drink answered the Russian’s only question.


He felt confident his partner wouldn’t leave the premises as he’d most likely become entwined with a member of the fairer sex staying here at the hotel. They had a 7 o’clock appointment to keep, and an agent like Solo wouldn’t miss it regardless of libido.


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jantojones
10 March 2019 @ 12:51 pm
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I didn't manage to get a story written for the last prompt, so hopefully, I will have more success this time.

Don’t forget, everyone’s stories must begin with the prompt. You can post your stories at any time between now and the 13th of April 2019. Everything you need to know is down below the cut.

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.

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jantojones
Having to wait for Napoleon Solo was an occupational hazard for Illya Kuryakin. Admittedly, he wasn’t late when it mattered but, the rest of the time, he was usually tardy. At least this time, Illya had something to occupy his mind while he waited. He was leaning against a street lamp watching the Krewe of Endymion pass by in one of the New Orleans Mardi Gras parades. It wasn’t so much the parade itself which had distracted his thoughts, though it did prove entertaining, but the name of the Krewe.

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