“Y’know how whenever people like me die, they mysteriously show up completely fine the very next day? ‘s awful convenient ‘cause I’ve an infinite supply of lives, but it gets kinda confusing when you factor in life insurance. They already think I’m dead.” Between explaining, he downed more tequila. “Right. Where are the snacks?”
“Yeah it makes thing quite complicated for those who don’t know how to deal with someone who appears to be dead. And yet shows up just okay all of a sudden. So many questions, so little answers for insurance.” It was a situation that felt all too familiar from what they observed.
They gesture towards the next aisle over. “I was heading in that direction towards the snack aisle so we could pick out whatever.”
“Don’t mention it. Now why’re we here again? I think I’ve had one too many.” Alfred blinked hard. “Oh, boy. I’m starting to experience double vision. Listen. Listen carefully,” He beckoned them to move closer. “If my insurance agent calls, tell ‘em I’m NOT ALIVE.” Not concerning in the least. “Cool? Cool. You’re the best.”
“Pretty sure, you wanted some snacks after having a bit.” The thought of Al having double visions was more than a little disconcerting and had Saima all too grateful that they had kept themselves to one-two drinks at a max.
“Great to hear. I’ve got neither of those. Take this…leftover Monopoly money instead.” Alfred skillfully tucked a blue slip into their pocket. “Use it for…Monopoly stuff.”
“Heh, fair enough.” A droll roll of the eyes as they allow Al to place a blue slip into their pocket. “Monopoly stuff – definitely going to be super useful. Thanks.”
“Thanks, buddy.” No, his speech wasn’t starting to slur; he always sounded like that. “You’re the real MVP. You deserve 20 free ice cream coupons.” He took a long pause. “Unless you’re lactose intolerant. Then you don’t deserve free ice cream.”
“You’re welcome.” It always was a little entertaining to hear when people’s words started to slur together. “I’m good with lactose – so all the ice cream I can get, I will happily accept.”
“Yeah, turns out restructuring your life to include your entire self – and stepping out of a stifling role that one has played for a while is very refreshing. It’s definitely brightened my spirits in ways I haven’t felt in a long, long time. ”
“I feel like I often get to decide what we do. Wanna be in charge this time?” You see, he would step up and suggest something, but he wasn’t feeling it today. He hadn’t even been able to concentrate at work. “While you’re thinking, I’ll just be here on my phone.” Time to address Alfred’s newfound obsession with Neko Atsume. It all started with- “Take your time.”
“Tends to be because we’re in your place more often than not.”Being close to home seemed to make it easier to think of things to do.But Saima supposed they could try to find something to get into in Alfred’s territory. “I guess there has to be some cool performances that have to be available around here. I’m always up for some live music whenever it can be had.”
“I trust you wouldn’t lie to me.” Not to mention the very obvious evidence for their nail polish adventures on the insides of his wrists. “Says here I texted someone all throughout the night.” …Oops. “He’s worried.” …Oops x2. “And he’ll be at my house by tomorrow.” Great. “Well, I should probably clean this place up a bit before he gets here.”
“Doing my best not to in this moment.” There was no use in lying when they also survived the ridiculous night. “Oh boy, that’s a little disconcerting. I’ll probably bounce soon if that’s the case. Not sure why he’s coming over but it might be better for me not to be around when he arrives.”
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