"Stop laughing, you frog, and tell me!" Arthur yelled at Francis. "What did I do last night?"

Francis cleared his throat to try to stop laughing but he just couldn't. Arthur rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. His patience was wearing thin.

"Okay, mon ami. After your first drink, you just kept drinking." Francis shuttered. "You drank a lot. Anyway, after you bumped into Alfred you pulled him onto the dance floor and started dancing. It was pretty funny because your terrible at dancing but he went along with it anyway. Then, I guess he decided you needed to sit down because he pulled you off the dance floor to sit down at a table. It looked like you were telling him something. I don't know what, but his face got so red." He started laughing again. "Then after that you got up and-"

"So you don't know what I said to him?" Arthur cut Francis off.

"Non. I was across the room. Plus it was too loud to even hear the person next to me. It's easy hearing you, though, because you yell when you're drunk."

Arthur clenched his teeth and cursed under his breath. Now I have to ask Alfred what I said last night. If it made him blush I'm not sure I want to know what I said. God dammit.

The British man stormed out and got into his car. He sat there for a moment before his "work" phone rang. He cleared his throat, put on a fake accent, and answered it.

"What up?"

"E?" The voice on the other line said.

"That's me."

"You a thief right? Do you also smuggle things? Ya'know..." The man stopped for a moment and whispered into the phone. "Illegal things"

"What kind you talkin' 'bout?"

"Drugs."

"Done that before, but how much you willin' to pay?"

"35 hundred." There was a second of silence. "Cash."

That's a lot of cash. Arthur thought. Just what kind of drugs are they? He wanted to question the man further but he knew if he did that then he might lose this job and that just can't happen. Especially one worth this much money.

He hesitated a moment. Then slyly smiled. "Fine. Where?

"Pick up the package at the bus stop on Amsterdam Avenue between 147th and 148th street. Then you just need to get it across to Franklin, Tennessee and pass it over to my buddy and he'll take it the rest of the way. I'll give you his picture and the package and be on my way."

"When?"

"How z'about 11. You leave then or tomorrow- don't matter to me as long as it get's there by Thursday."

"Okay."

They hung up.

"You can never be too careful, Arthur." He said to himself. "It might be a cop. I should probably send someone else to go." He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I'll do that."

He started the car and decided to get something to eat. How about that coffee shop between 150th and 151st street? I love their food. It's my favorite. He thought.

"I can't believe you were right about that number!" Alfred shouted after hanging up the phone.

"I can't believe either." His partner, Ludwig, admitted.

"Dude, we got him in the bag. How did you even get that number?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story and-"

"Never mind then. But thank you. You saved my ass for like 5th time and I really owe you a lot." He chuckled. "Oh. You know what I'm gonna buy lunch. What do you want?"

"I'm not that hungry so I'll just get a coffee."

"Okay!"

Alfred grabbed his jacket which held his wallet and headed out to the coffee shop right around the block.

Between 150th and 151st.

/Sorry guys I completely lost motivation and I'll try to get better. But sorry for the late updates and for the really short chapter. I hope you are enjoying my story and thank you for reading./