Alicia was smiling at a joke one of her actors told her when she felt her phone vibrate, and hurriedly waved them away as she answered it.
"This is Berrye. Who is this?"
"I have listened to your demands for the last time"
"A pony, a unicycle, cocaine and a strong woman to take me to bed"
"...What?"
"There, now you have listened to my demands for second time. Who is this?"
"Okayyyy...I want the guitar belonging to-"
"Oh, hey Alf! How's things?"
Alfred internally crumpled. Things were meant to be far cooler than this in his head.
"Fine, fuck it. Just give me the guitar back already" he grumbled into the house phone.
"Have you filled in those forms I asked for?", she replied.
"No".
"Then no, you will not get the guitar back".
"Why do you have to be such a- ooh, nice wallpaper! Did you redecorate?" He asked, running a finger down the seams of the bright-orange floral patterns.
"Wait, where are you?", a suddenly-tense Alicia asked over the line.
"Hm? Oh, I'm at your place by Kensington".
"WHAT? How did you get inside!?!"
Alfred glanced over his shoulder at Lewik, a set of lock-picks resting in his lap as he casually read a copy of Hello! magazine that once presided on Alicia's bedside table. He looked up at the comment from Alicia, and just shrugged sarcastically in return. Alfred rolled his eyes, and turned away.
"Oh, you know. Stuff"
"GET OUT!"
"Tell me where the guitar is, or I burn your entire collection of boxsets".
"NO!"
"What first: Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad or New Girl?"
Alicia started to speak, but suddenly paused. Alfred smiled cruelly.
"New Girl it is!" he replied, and quickly hung up. He picked up the boxsets and walked out, followed closely by Lewik, who put down the latch on the door as he left.
"You she can kill you, right? As in, pretty easily? We've all seen the simulations Bryonie cooked up. She kills you in every situation".
Alfred grinned. "At this point it's like a game we play: If she kills me, I win, and vice-versa".
"You are both twisted, terrible individuals".
"Tell me about it! That wallpaper back there in the bedroom was terrible! She's lucky I didn't rip into her about the bathroom".
Lewis facepalmed sadly.
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The Circle
Non-FictionA superhero headcanon I made that involved my entire A-Level Drama class (plus friends). Anyway, here is the super-awesome team straight out of the UK with superpowers of galactic proportions! I'm going to do some one-shots and stories of their supe...
