Alfie Solomons Imagines

Guy What Takes His Time (Part Two)

The meeting in the morning took place in a building that looked as if it had been under construction for years. Alfie was talking quietly to a man who shook his hand and left. As he pasted you he glanced your way, frowning a moment before rushing off.

"What do you think of the new place?" Alfie asked cheerfully.

"It looks... awful." You exclaimed.

"Yeah well... It's not done yet. Just got it this morning. Needs some paint and such." Alfie muttered as he glanced around.

"Some paint? The windows are falling off and there is no stage or... anything. This will take weeks. Maybe a few months to get sorted." You complained. Alfie smiled and clicked his tongue.

"You're right. Now I'm far too busy to set up a club, and got important shit to do. So why don't you, take Ollie and tell him what you need and he'll get that all sorted yeah." He glanced at Ollie who looked unamused as Alfie left him.

"So I guess that means we're in charge of his new club?" You asked.

"You're in charge. I just hand out the money."

"I suppose there could be worse people throwing their cash your way." You muttered under your breath.

Alfie would pop by once a week to see what was going on. If you were having any issues with builders or suppliers they'd suddenly toe the line when Alfie arrived and would give him all sorts of reports. It was more than frustrating. The apartments for the dancers had been the first thing fixed and they would coo and swoon over Alfie who would toss the smallest sample of his attention their way, enough for them to maintain excitement and interest in working for him.

It took longer than you'd thought to fix up the actual club and on opening night Alfie arrived with a throng of high class people and a few well known gangsters. He sat at one of the tables at the front, handing out the names of girls and encouraging his patrones to drink more and more of the alcohol that had arrived in unlabeled crates with ollie the day before.

There wasn't any time to talk to Alfie. Everytime you were called up by one of the other dancers to join them you'd be stopped by someone who had just spoken to him and they just had to pick that moment to compliment you on the lavishly decorated club. The night flew by and by closing it was early morning. Alfie was left having a drink with Ollie. The girls had all headed up to rest and a few of the employees helped you tidy the chaotic mess.

"Well that went well." Alfie said cheerfully as he approached you. You gave him a hard look as you struggled to carry a few dozen whisky glasses over to the bar.

"I didn't think we'd be peddling your whisky."

"My whisky? Well I'm in the bread business. So it aint mine is it."

"Just because you pay better doesn't mean catering to gangsters and rich folk is any better for my dancers." You snapped and frowned up at him.

"Well we could get your girls some security. A few bodyguards, keep them safe." Alfie offered. He raised his eyebrows when you sighed.

"That would be a good idea. You'll need a manager too."

"Well what's wrong with you managing the place? Did a good job tonight." He grumbled as he leant against the bar. You went behind to start sorting dirty glasses into bowls to be washed and putting the cleaned ones away.

"I'm a dancer. Not a manager. I don't know how to run things or do numbers."

Alfie was quiet for a while as he watched you work before humming to himself as if he'd had an idea. "Well, tell you what. I can teach all that. Besides if you feel like you need to dance, I'm a pretty good dance partner." He winked at you before turning and leaving the club. Smiling to yourself you shook your head and went back to work.