"Ok that's it, you all can go home now."
Ahh…. I grinned and stretched. " Alright!"
Everyone started filing out, but I decided to wait until it was less crowded to leave.
"Alfred!" I heard my name and did a 360.
"Oh, Yo Arthur!" I smiled and it hurt. "What's up?"
"Want to go grab a drink?" Wait- what?
"Sure!" He must be trying to get me drunk for information again…
"I'll just put on my coat and we'll go then." He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on.
When we arrived at the bar, Arthur promptly sat down and ordered some ale. I slid into the seat next to him and asked for a beer.
We had sat drinking in silence for a while, and just when I was about to ask him why he brought me here, he reached around my waist and pulled me into his lap, with some effort.
"I told you to lay off the fasht food, Alfred. Now look you're shtarting to get –hic- fat." He slurred
"Wh-what the fuck?" I demanded, trying to scoot off his lap, to no avail.
"Come on, don't be such a –hic- shpoil shport." He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Thing ish, -hic- I like you. A lot. I alwaysh h-have." He hiccupped
"I like you, too!" I slapped his back and grinned.
"No, -hic- You dolt! Like thish" He kissed me. His mouth tasted like ale and those scones of his. The beer I had drunken seemed to take control then, and I found myself kissing back. Those scones…
Then he was carrying me back to my house, unlocking it with my keys and he brought me into my bedroom…