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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2013 16:40:06 GMT -8
Going out for drinks was usually something that Alfred only did for fun. On such occasions, he usually took the drinking easy as well. He had a pretty good understanding of what he could handle and what he couldn't. He'd learned that during the period before he joined the police academy back in Philly. There were plenty of drunk nights to be had at that point - But he was also young and experimenting. Nowadays, actively seeking to get drunk was usually a hint that Alfred was in some sort of distress, though not many knew this. There was, of course, the occasional moment where he would drink something he wasn't too familiar with - That would often result in a drunk Alfred as well.
On this particular occasion, Alfred was only planning on having a few drinks that he was familiar with. It wouldn't do very well for a cop to be busted for leaving a bar heavily intoxicated and getting into trouble. In addition, he didn't even have anyone to drink with. Still, he was off duty and it had been a while since he'd been to the bar.
Once entering the establishment, Alfred made a beeline for the bar and took a seat there. Even if he found no one that he knew or wanted to know, he could at least chat it up with the bartender. They sometimes had some interesting stories to tell. "I'll have some Jack Daniels." He told the bartender, flashing his ID. It was a habit, given that he was only a few years above the drinking age in his home country - as opposed to six years over the limit in London.
As the bartender turned around to start making his drink, Alfred glanced around the bar to see if he could spot any familiar faces. He had no luck until he spotted a blond man with long hair. He waited until he thought the man was looking in his direction and started to wave. Francis didn't have to come over if he didn't want to, but Alfred certainly wouldn't mind a drinking buddy. Or more, for the matter.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 11:11:19 GMT -8
| | | | | "i have (i have) you breathing down my neck (breathing down my neck)" |
There was nothing to do on such a night as this, so of course, Francis chose to go out drinking.
It was the option he usually fell back on when he felt lonely and lacked company. His supply of wine had depleted over the past week, and tonight Francis didn't mind visiting a bar, as he had missed the thrill of meeting new people and savoring their personalities – there were just so many varieties out there in the world, they were never completely the same. It had been a while since he had last been, surprisingly, and he might as well go – only two weeks could easily feel like forever, and now that he thought about it, Francis felt just a litle repressed from the joys of drinking with strangers and/or aquaintances.
He'd only been in the pub for approximately twenty minutes and only barely on his second drink, when he thought he saw a familiar face. Francis had been having a perfectly nice time so far, socializing with the people who he already managed to attract in the short span of time; a small group of young adults had taken to him quite well, and they were an interesting group. A bit chatty, if not a bit too forward – but still lovely all the same, and no one said confidence and forwardness was ever a bad thing. But if he was right about who he suspected that golden blonde hair and familiar, incredibly stubborn cowlick belonged to, it would be worth his time to join a certain Alfred F. Jones at the bar counter itself.
Excusing himself from his current company, he kissed a few cheeks and said his farewells with a wink. He received some slight protest and disappointed pouts, but Francis promised he would make it up to them later, in any way they desired. He approached the police officer, taking the stool next to his. He took a sip from his half-full glass, glancing over playfully at the American. ”Good evening, cher,” Francis greeted, with a sly smile, ”I certainly hope you are not drinking on the job.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 13:25:30 GMT -8
"Here's your drink, sir." Alfred turned when he heard the bartender's voice directed toward him, taking his drink from the bartender and giving it a few sips. He shot a thumbs up to the bartender as the worker turned his back and went to wait on other customers. Alfred bobbed his head a little to the music that was playing overhead. About to do another sweep of the room, a familiar voice addressing him caught Alfred's attention. Alfred turned to the source of the voice at once, a small grin coming across his face.
"Francis! It's been a while. How've you been?" He asked the other man, with whom he'd had...encounters in the past. Needless to say, they were on fairly good terms with each other, and Alfred was pleased to see Francis overall. "This your first time here or have you been here before?" This was Alfred's first time to this particular pub, and he had to say that he didn't mind it. "I'm still getting used to things around here - It's not Philly, but I'm getting the hang of it." He did feel homesick at times.
Alfred chuckled. "No, I'm not drinking on the job. Tonight's my night off, and I haven't gone out for drinks in a while. Figured tonight was as good a night as any!" He lifted his glass to his lips and took a few more drinks. "You here with anybody or did you come alone?" With Francis he figured it could be either way - Just like it could be with Alfred. Alfred was a social drinker, and therefore usually went drinking with friends, but he was social enough that even drinking alone usually resulted in him fraternizing with others.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 18:38:39 GMT -8
| | | | | "i don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition so" |
Francis had missed seeing that grand smile light up at the simplest of interactions, words, or scenarios. It was one of Alfred's most charming attributes, surely; Americans were quite cheerful, and as they said, smiles were contagious. It was one reason he particularly enjoyed spending time with him, and had thoroughly liked their conversations. It was so easy to lose one's self in the depths of such incredibly charismatic optimism.
"I have been well, merci," Francis set down his drink, "Mm, I believe I have been to this particular pub before. It is not the most favorable, but is quite nice, hm? It has a good air to it." He offered a noise of sympathy, and patted him on the head -- perhaps that wouldn't be the best move it had been anyone else at all, but it was Alfred. He was quite easy-going for law enforcement, as far as it went, and maybe he should be a little worried that it was the American in charge of the keeping criminal activity low around these areas; but Alfred had a good head on his shoulders, an incredible sense of justice, as big as they came, and the consideration that he himself was a hero. It was cute, to say in the least, but Alfred did his job, and Francis had never seen one as passionate as he.
"Mmm, indeed," he murmured with a laugh, also taking a sip from his own glass, "I suppose I should say I am relieved to hear that. Not tonight! A shame, is it not?" He tilted his head towards Alfred, and glanced over at him in curiosity. "It seems you came here yourself as well! What a coincidence!" He winked. "How lucky we found each other on a night such as this! I do hope you do not mind my unexpected company, mon cher~."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 11:29:39 GMT -8
Alfred nodded with a smile when Francis confirmed that he was doing well. He'd also been to this pub before, which meant that Francis knew more of what the pub had to offer than Alfred did. "This is my first time here. Doesn't seem too bad so far, but it's not quite as awesome as the bars in Philly." Though if you asked Alfred, nothing was as good as it was in Philly...or the U.S., for that matter. Alfred loved his home, and while he loved London as well, it would never replace Philly.
Alfred was an easygoing cop so long as he didn't pick up wind of anyone doing anything that went against his sense of justice. He had a hero complex from the time that he was a child, and that presented itself in his work as a police officer. Such a complex was normally a strength in his line of work, though he did occasionally encounter issues as a result. Sometimes someone didn't want him poking his nose in their business (either for good reason or not). Sometimes he acted on impulse, doing what he immediately thought was the right thing to do without checking into it first - and sometimes this landed him in hot water.
The young cop nodded in agreement. "It's much better to drink with friends than it is to drink alone!" Given that Alfred was an extrovert, he rarely drank alone unless he was feeling particularly lousy - and, in fact, a drinking Alfred not wanting to mix it up with others in the building was a sign that there was something off. Fortunately, none of that applied to Alfred tonight. "Of course I don't mind your company! I can think of a lot worse people to drink with."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 15:06:59 GMT -8
| | | | | "Slow down, this night's a perfect shade of Dark blue (dark blue) Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you"
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Twirling a strand of his hair and tucking it behind his ear, he laughed. His glass was already nearing empty, and he set it on the bar for the bartender to take once noticed. Perhaps he would order another drink if he felt the need to quench his thirst, but for now he was satisfied, and would like to stay mostly sober this night. ”I am not too surprised. There are quite a few bars in this city, and most prefer to continue offering their patronage to a sole one they find comfort in after an initial visit. Few are willing to explore afterwords.” He paused, choosing to lean into the bar itself, observing the American. He was well-aware of the police officer's bias for his country of origin – but then again, it was natural to take pride in one's nationality. “I have not traveled to an American bar in some time, but I certainly remember my limited experiences. As much as it pains me to say this, I do believe I enjoy the pubs in London far more.”
The establishment was as dim as other bars typically were. Francis's eyes had adjusted after a few minutes when he had first entered, but now they were starting to feel strained – most likely due to the dryness that often accompanied the use of contact lenses throughout the entirety of a day. Alfred was a handsome man wen adorned with glasses, and tangentially he found himself wondering if the other man ever used contacts.
But now was not the time to voice his inquiries. ”Quite true,” he agreed, watching as the bartender at last collected his glass. He couldn't help but take a small of offense to being compared in a negative light rather than a positive light, but he knew not to expect more from Alfred.
”I am relieved to know I am not the worst possible drinking companion,” Francis exclaimed jokingly, amused. ”Thank you for your kind reassurance.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 9:28:57 GMT -8
Alfred listened as Francis offered his opinion on the pubs around town. The Frenchman's theory made a fair amount of sense to Alfred. Once someone found a pub that they liked, why would they venture to another one unless specifically invited? Alfred didn't know the pubs around London well enough to have a 'favorite pub' the way that others in the locale might, but given time he was certain that he would find one. He had one in Philly, after all. Alfred smiled wistfully at the thought of home. Though he enjoyed London, he found himself wondering if he should take a short trip home just to get the faint twinges of homesickness out of his system for a while.
Rather than take offense at Francis' comparison of London bars to American bars, Alfred shrugged his shoulders. "The bars in Philly will always beat out any other bar to me." Those bars were a slice of home. London was a home away from home, but it wasn't exactly home. He felt strange saying that after living in London for over two years, but that was the truth. He lived and worked in London, but he didn't consider himself British. He considered himself American.
Alfred chuckled. "You actually make a pretty good drinking partner." He didn't consider that he might have offended Francis with his earlier phrasing. He was capable of recognizing such slip-ups, but on such instances Alfred was either told outright about his transgression, or was actively looking out for the other person's reaction. Alfred was not incapable of doing such things, after all. He just rarely took the time to do so unless he felt that he needed to for some reason or another. Going on a work-related adventure was an example of this.
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