Who: Alfie Tibbits, David Bacchus, Laney Evans and possibly a whole truckload of other people. We'll see. X) What: Hulk smashing time. Where: Pearson's Pub. When: Some time after this, this, this, this, this and this. Rating: LMFAO High.
Alfie felt like a caveman. Or at least, what he thought a caveman would feel like. It was like this primal urge to just fuck everything up, as if this crazed animal had been trapped dormant inside of him all these years and just now was set free to pillage and destroy all the land. However, he felt as though he was controlling it rather well, considering he hadn't flipped over any cars on his way over to the pub. And despite what his parents might have thought that he wanted to meet Laney at the pub to drink, Alfie actually had more violent plans in mind for tonight's festivities.
It hadn't even mattered that he had slipped out after getting in trouble with his parents. Unlike Laney, Alfie usually didn't try to get into trouble. Trouble just seemed to find him, and he would accept it if necessary. Tonight though? He was bringing the trouble to David Bacchus. That son of a nobody had taken Lexie's virtue and left her completely broken, without a boyfriend, without dignity, without even an ounce of self-respect. And Alfie was going to put him in his damn right place.
The idea was simple, have Laney look older and get them into the pub. He had quickly thrown together this idea of having to do some project for summer school for a health class and needing to talk to a real bartender for information. Whatever. It didn't matter how they got in. All Alfie needed was an entrance. He would deal with the rest. Alfie was going to make sure that sap-sucking piece of bantha poodoo was going to remember the name Alfie Tibbits until the day he died.