[closed]

[devoutish]

WHO: Alfie Solomons, Dorian Gray, The (Twelfth) Doctor
WHERE: Heropa, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Late December
WHAT: Chance meetings
WARNINGS: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

A - a shopping mall - Heropa

[Alfie does as much of his shopping as possible in small stores. They're much less common here than they are in his time, which makes it difficult, but over the months he's found a bakery he likes, and a greengrocer's, and a butcher's shop. He'll poke his head into the supermarkets and megamalls every once in a while - but he doesn't like them, he's not used to them, and, honestly, they're overwhelming. He doesn't need a store with an entire aisle filled with nothing but various flavors of breakfast cereal. It's ridiculous.

Still, while he avoids them like the plague when he actually wants to get some shopping done, he'll sometimes pay them a visit when he's in the mood to just be a tourist. There's so much to boggle at when he's just looking to kill some time. So that's what he's doing today - just wandering around Heropa's biggest indoor shopping mall, a few days before Christmas. It's a lot more chaotic than usual, but hey, he isn't planning to stand in any lines.

He's just on the cusp of getting bored and considering leaving when he spots a familiar face in the crowd. He isn't actually planning to stop and chat, but then eye contact is made, and... well. Okay]

Doctor.

[He tips his hat.]

Out braving the mad rush, are we?

B - a bar - Maurtia Falls

[Alfie likes this little place in particular, because it's conveniently located near his flat, and it serves this seasonal spiced rum drink that really is very good. He's not a heavy drinker, but he does indulge from time to time, and tonight seems like a good night for it. He's on the way back from services at his temple, wearing his yarmulke under his hat, and it's a quiet night - not completely empty, but close to it. There are a few patrons at tables near the back... and one very morose-looking guy sitting at the bar. Alfie opts for a bar seat himself, taking a stool a couple spots away from this sad specimen. And when his rum comes, he lifts his glass to him in a half-toast.]

Comments

[brushoff]

What's not to understand? They love us and they treat us like celebrities. How could you not like that?

[devoutish]

[In response to that, he just gives a dismissive snort, and takes a long pull of his drink.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian just can't help but give an over the top siiiiiiigh, rolling his eyes at Alfie. ]

It's not a crime to enjoy being liked, you know. I don't know why so many people think it is.

[devoutish]

If you like it so much that you'd give up your home for it, there's something wrong with you.

[brushoff]

I wouldn't call where I was living back in my world a 'home' to begin with.

[ now that Toby's here, the thing Dorian cares most about back in his world is...stuff. Straight up stuff. ]

[devoutish]

And that is also something worth drinking over.

[brushoff]

I'll drink to that, [ Dorian responded with a little laugh as he gestured for the bartender to bring him another drink. ]

[devoutish]

What are you having tonight?

[brushoff]

My normal drink of choice, gin and tonic. And you?

[devoutish]

Bit of whiskey.

{But he's going slowly, and isn't done with his first yet.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian, in contrast, is putting these down like there's no tomorrow. ]

Well, whenever you're finished with that first one, the next round's on me. It's the least I can do.

[ for letting Dorian bitch and moan at Alfie ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[It's a nice offer, actually. Alfie approves of people buying him drinks.]

This is your second, here? Third?

[brushoff]

Third, [ Dorian answers, with a little smirk. ]

No judging from the peanut gallery, thank you very much.

[devoutish]

Would this husband of yours approve?

[brushoff]

Only if I was pouring him a Jack Daniels as well.

[devoutish]

And at what hour do you plan on stumbling home?

[brushoff]

Why do you ask? [ Dorian can't help but laugh, as he starts to tease. ] Just because the husband's left doesn't mean you're coming home with me.

[devoutish]

No, certainly not.

[He's pretty sure that was a joke, but still, he feels the need to make that clear.]

I'm making conversation, right; that's all.

[brushoff]

Don't worry, [ Dorian remarks, with a little grin. ] I've got a stronger tolerance than I look--it'll be a while before I'm three sheets to the wind.

[devoutish]

Good, because I'd leave you on the fucking street.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help it—he badly represses a little laugh. ]

How heartless! [ he straight up teases. ]

[devoutish]

Ah, the man thinks I'm joking.

[He finishes his drink, raising a finger at the bartender for another.]

[brushoff]

The man knows you're joking. I'm too pretty to be left in a ditch.

[ he's still teasing as he gives Alfie a griiiiin. ]

[devoutish]

Too bad you're not a woman, eh? Then that might matter.

[brushoff]

If I wasn't married, I'd change that taste of yours. [ said with a wry little smile and an eyebrow raise ] After all, I'd be a better fuck than most of the women you've slept with.