As Alfred sat alone in the small, dingy bar, he reflected on his day. All in all, he thought, it had been pretty productive. He had filed a whole stack of paperwork, and he had taken informative notes on the meeting his boss had forced him to go to. He smiled a little, remembering his boss' face as he had shown him the five pieces of paper covered in black pen. There weren't even any doodles in the margin, a fact he was proud of. He scowled, though, when he thought of the large stack of paperwork that he had left for tomorrow. Oh well, he sighed silently, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Alfred F. Jones was one of the laziest video game designers that ever lived. Although the virtual toys were a great passion of his, he had absolutely no motivation to work to create them. He was constantly slacking off at work, and his boss was often yelling at him. It wasn't his fault, though, making video games was just so boring! When he applied for the job he had thought that he would be testing the games, but he was slapped with the boring task of making sure that there were no glitches with the character and background animation. He tested the characters and settings endlessly, only pausing to eat lunch and to go home.
It was because of his job that he was here. He hadn't been able to take the mind-numbing boredom anymore, and so he had come to get drunk and forget about his life of monotony. Maybe he'd even take a pretty girl home with him. He doubted it, though, since the bar was so small and there were very few people. Alfred looked around, counting exactly five people besides him. He saw a large blond man sitting at the bar, staring with intense blue eyes at a small brunette that was dancing. The blonde's hair was light, and it was pulled back in a style that reminded him of how the soldiers wore their hair in World War Two. He was wearing a black wife beater, green pants, and he had a green military hat on the bar next to him. Alfred stared at him for a few more seconds before turning to the brunette that was still dancing around on the floor. He had light brown hair, and his eyes were closed. He was smiling widely, though, so he must be having fun. He wore a blue outfit with a black shirt underneath. He was giggling in a high pitched voice with the man next to him. He looked just like the first man, although his hair was darker and he had a meaner look on his face. The second man was dancing and trying to bat a Spaniard off of him. He punched the obviously intoxicated man off of his shoulder while the first man giggled again, looking at the blond over his shoulder. Alfred continued to stare at the weird quartet before losing interest and turning towards the last man. His eyes instantly got wider, and his mouth dropped open.
Oh my God! Alfred though to himself. That guy is so totally creepy! He continued to look at the scary man, only creeping himself out more and more. The man in question was huge, and that was coming from Alfred. The guy was, like, seven feet tall! He had purple eyes that were mostly closed because of his large, childish smile. Alfred didn't know if he was drunk or just creepy, but he seemed really happy. He also had shaggy silver hair, and his nose was huge! He was wearing a trench coat and scarf, which was surprising since it was summer in California. He sat in a corner with a huge bottle of vodka, which must have made him even warmer. Alfred shook his head and shivered, still staring at the man. The giant looked his way and, before Alfred could turn away, smiled even wider at him. Alfred shivered even harder as he forced a shaky smile back. The stranger turned back around and took another swig of vodka, leaving Alfred to release the breath he had been holding. He decided that that would be the end of his bar night, so he paid his tab and left. He was now walking home alone, which was dangerous considering that it was around midnight. He didn't think anything would happen, though, since he was strong enough to fight anyone he met. He took karate and tai kwan do lessons, and he was really strong for his age.
As the blond was walking down one of the many alleyways leading towards his large house, he saw something sparkling. Hoping that it was a watch or something equally as valuable, Alfred stopped to pick it up. He noted in disappointment that it was only a large water faucet connected to a huge pipe, but before he could stand up he felt someone behind him holding a knife to his side.
"Alright, krasivyi, stand up slowly now," The speaker said in a heavy accent. As Alfred put his hands up and stood, he pondered what it could be. German, Russian maybe...? He didn't have any more time to ponder as his assaulter spun him around quickly. His eyes widened in shock and he tried to cover his gasp. Purple eyes, silver hair... this was the creepy guy from the club. The man smiled wider as he realized that Alfred recognized him, and suddenly hugged him tightly.
"You're so pretty, my little podsolnechnik. I'm going to take very good care of you, I promise."
Before Alfred could complain about not understanding his language or the girly compliment, he smacked him on the back of the head and knocked him out. The giant smiled widely, picked up the blond, and then bent down to retrieve his pipe. He would probably need it later, after all. He walked back down the alleyway, whistling a happy tune and thinking of the things he could do with his sunflower.
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