Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Category: gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 114

 

The bartender set down two drinks and moved away.

Napoleon picked up his, staring at the dark liquor swirling in the glass. “Don’t you ever think about it?”

Illya made the contents of his glass disappear. “There is no woman I love so much that I would invite her to become my widow.”

“You’re such a pessimist.”

“It’s the vodka. It instills pragmatism.”

“Is that what it’s made from? I thought it was potatoes.”

“’Instills’, not ‘distills’ — you’re getting maudlin, Napoleon. Why would you want to settle with one girl, when you have them all?” Illya gathered the world in a collective gesture.

“All to have and none to keep.” Napoleon tasted his whiskey.