"Ugh." Arthur groaned. He slowly opened his eyes only to be so rudely greeted by a bright blurry light. He quickly shut his eyes again. His head throbbed as if someone had set off explosives in there. After a moment he finally regained some of his senses and was able to at least feel where he was. He was sitting in a... chair? He slightly opened his eyes and looked around. While everything was still blurry and his eyes still burned he could slightly make out his surroundings.
He was in a... lobby? He didn't know but there was a silver blob that he thought was a desk and a wide, blurry orange line was stretched across the far wall. His eyes adjusted more and he realized it was a line of orange chairs. He looked to his left and saw a person sitting there.
"You adjusted yet?" The figure said in his American accent.
Arthur winced at how loud he was.
"Sorry." He whispered. "Take your time."
After a moment Arthur's eyes fully adjusted to the bright light of the sun seeping through the many windows in the room. He looked at the man sitting next to him. It was Alfred. Arthur pointed at his head and Alfred automatically knew what he needed.
Alfred got up and got two Aspirins and a cup of water. He handed it to Arthur who silently took it.
"Thanks." Arthur said after the drugs took effect.
"No problem. You're gonna have to come with me though." Alfred gestured for Arthur to come with him and walked towards a door that was behind the desk.
Arthur reluctantly got up and sighed. What happened last night? He miserably thought as he followed Alfred towards the door. Entering, they walked down a long corridor with more doors that said "Interrogation room #" on every other one. There were only three and they went to the very last one. At the end of the long hallway was a room with two or three desks. Arthur could hear the clanking of metal bars so he figured that there was a jail cell on the far end of the room with other suspects. They walked into the last room that was labeled with the number three on it. On the right of the room was a huge mirror starting a little less then halfway up the wall. It was the same width though. On the left side there was a camera in the top corner. The center of the room had a metal table with metal chairs on either side. Arthur sat down on the side facing the door. After sitting, Alfred had shackled one of his feet to the long chain extending from the floor.
"I... I'll be right back." Alfred said and walked out.
Arthur sat there for a moment struggling to comprehend the situation. He was recovering from a hangover and in no right mind to actually get interrogated. He can't think straight. He would still be able to lie but not very well. He couldn't even think of a valid story. Something simple so that he could remember it so he won't be one of those guys that changes their story all the time.
"You must be hungry!" Alfred shouted making Arthur jump and snap away from his thoughts. "Did I scare you?"
Arthur didn't answer.
"Oh right, right, right. The hangover. But I can't just let you go and do this tomorrow 'cause you might flee the country or something. Bought you a breakfast sandwich." Alfred placed the wrapped sandwich in front of Arthur along with a small orange juice. It had a large letter "M" on it and listed different things that went into the sandwich.
"Bacon, egg and cheese on a bagel?" Arthur questioned.
"You don't like it?"
Arthur sighed and grabbed the sandwich, unwrapping it and taking a bite. His face was unimpressed but in his mind he had to admit. It was pretty ok for fast food. Not great. But ok. It was something at least.
"So let's start." Alfred sighed as he pulled out the chair and sat down on it, folding his arms, and leaning back. "Do you live in that building?" Alfred asked clearly referring to the one they first met at yesterday.
Arthur nodded as to not speak with his mouth full.
"What exactly did you do yesterday... before the wedding of course."
Arthur swallowed the remaining food that was left before answering. "Well, I woke up at exactly 6am. Went to the bathroom, made myself some tea and breakfast. I then Skyped some friends back in England." He paused for a second. Thinking about what to say next.
Remember, keep it simple so I can repeat it if needed.
"I then watched the tele until I remembered about the wedding and that I left my suit in my van." Realizing that he said van instead of car he fumbled to try and cover it up. "I-I mean car. I get confused with your strange American words. We don't use those words... in England..." Arthur started twiddling his thumbs under the table while still keeping a serious face. He was nervous that Alfred wouldn't buy it.
Alfred stared at him for a moment. "Ok..." He paused contemplating something. "Did you hear about the trade going on in that building?"
If I say no that would put me under suspicion of lying but if I say yes I will have to include how into my story. Arthur contemplated. He thought for a moment longer just to make it seem real.
"Now that I think about it-" He was interrupted by the door opening. A very large man came in a tapped Alfred's shoulder motioning to the hallway when Alfred looked up.
"Brb." He said before following the man into the hallway and closing the door.
Brb? What does that even mean? He thought. Arthur could barely hear them through the door but he still tried to listen in.
"What did you find?" A voice that was obviously Alfred's asked.
"After doing some investigating..." The other voice got quieter. He had a light German accent. "... and we found the van."
Shit! Fuck! Fuck! They found my van? Please tell me that someone else has that same van. Or someone stole it and threw out all my stuff. Please anything will do!
There was a sigh. Then the other man apologized.
What's going on?
Alfred came back into the room. He silently unlocked the chain on Arthur's leg and backed away from him.
"Looks like I got the wrong guy. Sorry..." His voice was somber.
Arthur sat there for a moment. "What... What happened when I was drunk?" He asked.
Alfred chuckled. "I'll tell you some other time. Let's just, that you can party."
Arthur's face flushed and he scurried out of the room so Alfred wouldn't see his face.