Post by Alfred on Jun 15, 2012 13:21:46 GMT -5
((This thread is mostly for Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew! But a few others are welcome to join if only for interactions sake and to laugh at Arthur when he inevitable drinks himself under the table.))
It was a hard day's night, and he's been working like a dog. And as a matter of fact, Alfred was humming it to himself as he pulled a fresh t-shirt over his head. Even hundreds of years later, Alfred had to admit the Beatles had a way with words. And boy did it feel good to get out of uniform. Sure there was a certain pride in wearing it, and Alfred saw absolutely no shame in it. But anymore he'd come to associate his officer's dress with work. And work was stuffy and suffocating, and full of putting on airs for the higher ups, and physically having to bite your tongue, anymore.
Not to mention, everybody was just working for the weekend, anyway. Alfred switched songs, half dancing about his bedroom as he tossed his pants onto the bed before pulling something more comfortable.
He needed a drink, after a week like he had. And of course, he'd invited his old friend Arthur. Because Arthur always needed a drink. The ol' Brit was wound too tight for his own good. Not that Arthur was THAT old. Well, he was older. Thank god this was only train of thought, and he wasn't saying this out loud. He was quite sure Arthur would have socked him a good one about now. Either way, he was picking the guy up at 8, no ifs, ands, or buts. Guy needed to lighten up.
And of course, Matthew was coming along. That was a no-brainer. Anywhere Alfred went, Matthew went. Didn't even need to be invited. It was just understood. Alfred was going out? Matthew was coming too. Not that he complained, or anything. Since they'd been reunited, the brothers were practically attached at the hip. Of course, they knew when to give the other their space, but to anyone who knew them, they were nigh inseparable.
Alfred honestly couldn't think of any other way to kick off a weekend than by spending time with his two most favoritest people in the universe. And he was even being nice enough to let Arthur pick the pub. Man, he was such a nice guy.
And he was oh so proud of himself for that when he showed up on the front step of Arthur's station flat, broad grin on his face, younger brother in tow.
"You ain't ready yet?"
It was a hard day's night, and he's been working like a dog. And as a matter of fact, Alfred was humming it to himself as he pulled a fresh t-shirt over his head. Even hundreds of years later, Alfred had to admit the Beatles had a way with words. And boy did it feel good to get out of uniform. Sure there was a certain pride in wearing it, and Alfred saw absolutely no shame in it. But anymore he'd come to associate his officer's dress with work. And work was stuffy and suffocating, and full of putting on airs for the higher ups, and physically having to bite your tongue, anymore.
Not to mention, everybody was just working for the weekend, anyway. Alfred switched songs, half dancing about his bedroom as he tossed his pants onto the bed before pulling something more comfortable.
He needed a drink, after a week like he had. And of course, he'd invited his old friend Arthur. Because Arthur always needed a drink. The ol' Brit was wound too tight for his own good. Not that Arthur was THAT old. Well, he was older. Thank god this was only train of thought, and he wasn't saying this out loud. He was quite sure Arthur would have socked him a good one about now. Either way, he was picking the guy up at 8, no ifs, ands, or buts. Guy needed to lighten up.
And of course, Matthew was coming along. That was a no-brainer. Anywhere Alfred went, Matthew went. Didn't even need to be invited. It was just understood. Alfred was going out? Matthew was coming too. Not that he complained, or anything. Since they'd been reunited, the brothers were practically attached at the hip. Of course, they knew when to give the other their space, but to anyone who knew them, they were nigh inseparable.
Alfred honestly couldn't think of any other way to kick off a weekend than by spending time with his two most favoritest people in the universe. And he was even being nice enough to let Arthur pick the pub. Man, he was such a nice guy.
And he was oh so proud of himself for that when he showed up on the front step of Arthur's station flat, broad grin on his face, younger brother in tow.
"You ain't ready yet?"