Who: Michael Guerin and Alfie Solomons What: Alfie needs Geek Squad assistance When: After this Where: Starbucks Rating: Language and tbd
It took a lot of willpower for Alfie not to shoot his phone. The fact that he hadn't been graced with the presence of his pistol when he had arrived in Madison was the only reason why the phone was in one stupid piece.
Alfie was well aware that he was a little fish in a big pond now, and even back in Margate he had had a healthy dose of reality, having left Camden Town and his distillery behind for the quiet life of a man doomed to an early death of cancer. People had respected him in Camden Town, it's where he had grown up, Margate was a place where the old and tired went to retire and Alfie, his body not a spry as it had used to be, had been plenty tired. No one had known him from Adam in Margate and it suited him fine, living in his flat with Cyril, the most loyal dog ever to grace the planet with his presence, and a singular maid. Now Madison was his tomb and it seemed that he was always going to struggle to find his place in modern society. He had already almost been run over a handful of times by the modernized automobiles zipping around and the town was giving him a headache with the bright lights everywhere and buzzing of modern electrics. The icebox in his flat kept humming at all hours and he suspected it was broken.. It also had no ice in it. All off this culminated in him thinking he would be smart and speak something out there, having read numerous words on the little device and so why not try it out? How hard could it be?
Apparently it was pretty damn difficult. The phone had declared that the was 10% of some sort of batter remaining and then 5% and finally the screen became an ominous black.
Nevertheless, after asking about coffee and deer to a handful of people, he had been pointed in the direction of Starbucks. Arriving inside, he had ordered something called a 'tall black' which the woman behind the counter had assured him was their small coffee. After coffee was sought, Alfie had situated himself slouched at one of the ludicrously small tables, the now dead phone on the table top beside his untouched coffee. Thomas would've had a field day with this, watching him plod along in some semblance of a life, but truth be told, Alfie felt like a round peg in a square hole. Not a damn thing was fitting.