[Alfie starts out heading for the tables, but once he's about ten feet from the counter, he does indeed abruptly veer towards the door. Or he tries to, anyway. The yank pulls him back, and he grits his teeth in annoyance. Great. That's fun.
But without any fuss, he heads towards the trash can instead like that's where he was going the entire time. He tosses his receipt away, then takes a seat at one of the empty tables.]
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But without any fuss, he heads towards the trash can instead like that's where he was going the entire time. He tosses his receipt away, then takes a seat at one of the empty tables.]