[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

I MEAN HE MIGHT

[devoutish]

[Alfie looks at him levelly, knowing that smirk very well. It's been on his own face plenty of times.]

Don't be ridiculous. You've done nothing but embarrass yourself.

DO IT

[brushoff]

If you think this is embarrassing, you haven't seen anything yet. This is flirting. We're at a bar, flirting's normal.

[ he's still trying to keep himself as close to Alfie as possible, DEAD SET on making the man uncomfortable as hell. ]

It's hardly my fault that you're embarrassed by the whole situation. And really, that says a lot more about you than it does about me.

[devoutish]

Well, I'm not changing my position, mate. Touch me again and you end up on the floor. I'm being very generous, right, by giving you that warning.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian is not good at knowing when to stop. As such, he straight up just attempts to pinch Alfie's butt.

Touch him again and he'll end up on the floor, yeah right, bring it buddy. ]

[devoutish]

[And so, still completely straight-faced, Alfie aims a hard punch at his gut. It's fast and efficient, and absolutely meant to land him flat on his back.]

[brushoff]

[ And then Dorian gets punched in the gut and falls to the ground. Laughing slightly, he gets back up on his feet, giving Alfie that same nasty smirk...though he is obviously winded and in a bit of pain. This is 100% trying to keep up appearances and he knows it. ]

Glad to see you're a man of your convictions.

[devoutish]

I considered the face. You would have gone unconscious.

[He says this with the certainty of a man who has knocked people unconscious with a punch to the face before.

Nodding to the bartender, he adds:]

He'll still be paying for that second drink of mine.

[brushoff]

I said I would and a little violence won't change things,

[ Dorian remarked, with a little shrug. He sits back down at the bar and gingerly takes a little sip of the drink. Yup. Booze to numb that gut punch pain. ]

You've got a damn nasty punch, by the way.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He says it almost agreeably.]

See about getting yourself an icepack.

[brushoff]

Or I'll just drink the pain away, [ said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. ]

[devoutish]

Just like you were doing when I walked in.

[brushoff]

Oooh, you learn so fast! [ said with a grin, as Dorian knocked back another drink of his gin and tonic. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah, but it's a bit pathetic, innit.

[brushoff]

What, being a drunk? [ Dorian shrugs. ] Hell if I care.

[ it's either alcoholism or crippling depression, take your pick buddy. ]

[devoutish]

This is all over a man you surely will see again, someday.

[brushoff]

So you say.

[ Dorian's already slipped straight into pessimism! Whoo hoo! ]

[devoutish]

Cut the fucking dramatics.

[brushoff]

[ And Dorian just gives Alfie a Look. Cut the dramatics. Hoo boy does he not know which person he's talking to. ]

I'm nothing but dramatics!

wtf I keep not getting notifs for this thread

[devoutish]

Then develop some new personality treats, eh?

obviously dw is out to get you or something like that.

[brushoff]

Why would I when my personality's perfectly fine the way it is?

but I got this one; DW just wants me to complain about it to show my love

[devoutish]

Dorian Gray, may you be punched in more than just the stomach.

it's just so flighty like that.

[brushoff]

Solomons, it warms what little of my heart I have left to hear you talk about me with such regard.

[ said in a tone that is just BLEEDING SARCASM. ]

[devoutish]

[He tips his hat.]

My pleasure.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian raises his glass as if in a toast before he just finishes it off. Dorian Gray: drinks like a fish. ]

On the bright side, getting punched certainly isn't the worst thing that's happened to me. Have I told you about the time I died? That's a good one.

[devoutish]

If you come back to life, it doesn't fucking count.