America Runs On Dunkin? [Open]

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Alfred once again found himself inside of a small cafe in Hoxton and Shoreditch, which he'd actually grown quite fond of in the past few weeks. It wasn't entirely new to him - He'd heard others talking about it for weeks at the station before giving it a try himself. It wasn't Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks, but the small cafe held it's own little charm. Besides, he was on duty in this area of town. The nearest Dunkin Donuts was in Harrow. It was much easier to stop somewhere right in the area to grab something to eat and/or drink than to travel all around London looking for one's favorite restaurant. Besides, he could always stop at Dunkin Donuts after work! He just needed something to tide himself over through the rest of his shift.

There were a few others about, but as it was somewhere between lunch and dinner time, there wasn't too much of a crowd in the cafe. This was good, as Alfred experienced difficulty with patience at the best of times. Fortunately, Alfred went through the line rather speedily and placed his order once reaching the counter. Per usual, Alfred had to accompany his drink with a small snack. His eyes surveyed the area trying to discern the best place to sit in the cozy little restaurant.

"Here's your Americano and pastry, sir." The blond turned around, grinning in thanks to the worker handing his drink over. He was glad he'd done a quick sweep of the restaurant. Now he knew exactly where he wanted to sit. He took a seat by the window so that he had a good view of what was happening both inside the restaurant and outside. Being the social man that he was, Alfred preferred having someone to talk to. However, if he had to eat on his own, he would keep himself occupied by doing some people watching.

[Kyle Kirkland]

Being the resident animal expert of MI6 had its perks, such as taking care of animals that were much more diverse and interesting than the normal rabbits and kittens he normally treated. In this month alone he had looked after a giant squid that had eye problems, a malnourished snow leopard and an Irukandji jellyfish which was apparently captured after a failed attempt to assassinate a member of the Belgium royal family.

His current patient was a little more demanding than the jellyfish. The fully grown male alligator had been kept in a cage with very little water and no exercise for nearly a year. Just because of some trend going around the Sloane society where owning a reptile was the thing, and then some idiot had gone a brought an alligator and had given it as much care as a child would for a pet rock. Needless to say that particular idiot would not own a pet again for a very long time. They might be allowed a pet rock, but only after a few home visits from the Responsible Pet Rock Owners Society.

So here he was looking after an alligator until he had recovered enough to be shipped back to the States where he had presumably hailed from. The gator in question seemed to be doing well on his five meals a day and regular walks to get his strength up, Kyle was pleased with his progress, but there was one thing that was still not quite up to scratch. He had not yet found a name for his patient. With his previous owner the alligator had been called Bubbles, which was fine if you wanted a cute name for your pet, but Kyle wanted something with a little more bite to it.

Names were on Kyle’s mind as he put the lead on the alligator’s collar and stepped outside for his morning walk. He had come up with many and none seemed to be quite fitting. As he passed a coffee shop he briefly considered naming the gator Doughnut, but dismissed that as well, it just didn't sound right to him.

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Alfred continued to munch on his donut, watching people as they passed. Occasionally he would glance something interesting that caught his attention, but nothing so exciting that it gathered his undivided attention. He finished his donut, washing the pastry down with another drink of his beverage - or, at least, that was the intent. The very moment Alfred decided to stuff his mouth to the brim, a man walked by walking an alligator on a lead. Alfred swallowed the contents in his mouth in one big gulp, trying to ignore the slight discomfort that came from forcing that much down one's esophagus at once.

He was soon on his feet, snatching his cup before removing himself from the table. He might be curious, but he wasn't about to leave without his Americano. Those things were expensive! All the same, he hoped to make it outside in time to catch the man with the alligator. He'd heard of people keeping alligators as pets before, but never did he see an alligator walking casually down the street while on a leash. He also wasn't entirely sure that what this man was doing was legal, but the young cop would focus on that bit later. Before addressing the legality of the act, he wanted to know the story behind the alligator, and why it was being walked on a leash. The rest could come later. Alfred ventured outside of the restaurant, taking a quick glance around. He hoped he hadn't lost track of the man with the alligator in the short time that he had to get up and walk to the door.

Fortunately, an alligator walking down the streets of London wasn't a site that one could easily miss, and Alfred quickly spotted his prize once again. It wasn't long before he caught up with the man and his alligator, and soon fell in step next to the other man. "So...nice day for a walk, isn't it?" Alfred took a sip of his Americano, trying to act casual. This lasted for all of two seconds before the questions burst forth. "So where'd you get the alligator from? Does it have a name? Why are you walking him like a dog? Does he play fetch?"

[Sorry it took so long to finish this...have an overly excited American. XD]