office party

[ofanotherera]

It goes almost just as Alfie would have expected. He ends up spending the most of the night with cocky, hotshot second year associates trying to subtly talk themselves up, and him grinding his teeth and holding an incongruously delicate champagne glass- then eventually trading it for a tumbler of scotch.

When Tommy finally springs him, he puts a warm arm around his waist, give him a kiss on the throat, just below his ear, and walks him out of the place just like that, standing tall against the stairs, and nobly waiting untl he gets to the elevator to chuckle.

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[bleak_midwinter]

He draws Alfie's hand up for a kiss, brushing his fingers with his lips.

"Talk tomorrow?"

[ofanotherera]

"Yeah."

Arm curling a little tighter around him.

"'cept I should clean us up. Wait here."

While he goes to find a damp washcloth.

[bleak_midwinter]

He's half asleep by the time Alfie comes back, murmuring in soft contentment when he feels the washcloth. There are bruises on his ribs, chest, and a slight dusting of purple on his neck, by now. He feels none of it- is happy to be cleaned up, to have Alfie with him all the faster.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie gets him all neat, and then tosses the washcloth at the hamper and crawls in beside him, dragging the blanket up to keep out the night's cold.