The song of Solomon

7.

By the time he arrives at the bar the whole band was waiting for him. Bob who came first noticed that he wasn't upstairs and they were quite alert for his absence since Alfie was never late on the schedule. "Finally!" Ray exclaimed standing up. "We've been here for sometime you know, betting on the if you had a car accident or a  cheated husband caught you on action and killed you."

"Yeh I saw that hundred missed calls," he shrugged and went to bar. "Bob, lad, give me usual," he said and took the glass right after as he handed it to him.

"Now seriously, Alf. What happened?" Bob watched him curiously, same as Ray.

"Nothin'," he furrowed his brows. "I was busy."

"To the point you couldn't call or answer your phone?"

"I had it on mute," he shrugged.

Ray raise a brow on that exchanging a look with Bob and smirked. "Have you looked at yourself in a mirror,mate?" He grins. Alfie always had a careful appearance maybe not fancy like Ray but surely more tucked and serious. "Hmm.. judging by the hair you were either being riding a bike or something else."

Alfie grunted and ran his fingers through his messy hair. He sighed and took a sip from drink. "I fell full face to the rabbit hole, mate," he shook his head with snort.

"I fuckin' knew, you didn't come back home yesterday, you dirty dog," he roared.

"We're living a historic moment, chaps." Ray snorted patting his back. "Bob,pop a champagne."

"Shut up, both of ya," Alfie murmured, looking at them. He took the bottle from Bob's hands and poured another glass. "Ya know, what was fuckin' awful? I was on my way out, yeh, and I opened the door and boom... her parents were standin' there. I almost had a stroke," he rubbed his eyes with deep snigger.

Bob and Ray cough and choke on their drinks. They looked at eachother and almost crawl down on the floor laughing. "And they took you in jail for corruption?" He snorted. He couldn't even imagine his reaction that moment.

"Ya laughin', but her papa is fed," Alfie said, making them both roar laughing again. "I swear, he wanted to beat my arse. I was standing there, yeh, only pants and the apartment looked like somebody robbed it..." he snorted and turned second glass bottom's up.

"Why we fucking miss all the good stuff?" Ray said wiping out the tears from the laugher by the corner of his eyes. "God, you're going to kill me today!" He snorted. "And how did you manage to escape?"

"They left, we fucked again and then I came 'ere," he shrugged.

"It' s almost 4,Alf,"Bob checked on his watch. "You spent night and hakf of a day in ginger's apartment, met her parents.." he hummed and turned to see Ray. "You prepare playlist, I'll be in charge for booze."

"For what?" Alfred frowned, turning to see him.

"Your wedding," Bob grinned and Alfie smacked his head.

"Stop sayin' bullshits, lad."

"Definitely!" Ray nods to Bob. "I suggest a beach wedding and I don't think i have to say that I'll be the best man right?" He grins significantly and pat his shoulder. "And Fanny.. where's Fanny by the way?" He looked around curiously and gave a suspicious look at Alfie. "Oh my god! We've got there already. You left your dog! Bob, handle the catering services as well."

"Enough. My head hurts from ya already," Alfie frowned and passed him by, leaving them both laughing on the bar, "Hello," he nodded to the rest of the band and singer, who stood with drummer and smiled brightly. Small, with light brown untamed curly mane. Top and jeans and her eyes shining from excitement for such opportunity. "I apologize for bein' late, yeh," Alfred murmured and rolled up sleeves, while he took his seat behind piano. "Let's warm up, ya place is 'ere littl' one."