I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 11

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Thursday, January 13th, 1921
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The majority of that week was as normal as any other. Since it was carnival season now, there were a few more lively performances and small parades that were happening around the place, but nothing worth noting.

During the next few days, Anthony looked into a few different things for himself and Alastor to do for his birthday. He wanted to do something for his friend whether he wanted to or not.
He found a theater within the city so thought that might be an interesting option seeing as he had never seen a picture show himself; not even sure if Alastor had either.
Another option was to drink somewhere. Anthony still had a bottle of whiskey he brought from his father's personal store. He was saving it for when the assignment was completed, but this seemed like a good excuse to drink it a little early.
One thing he knew for sure was that he would be treating Alastor to dinner at the very least.

Aside from his mother wishing him a happy birthday that morning, nothing was abnormal. Alastor had gone into work early as per usual, however, he was let off early, as he had planned.
It was just the afternoon when he finished, stepping out the small butcher's store with a smile, turning over his shoulder to thank his boss for giving him the afternoon off.

When the time came for Alastor's shift to end, Anthony was already sitting outside of the shop having a cigarette with his notebook, sketching some little things that he saw during his wait.

"Good afternoon, Anthony."
Alastor smiled once he noticed the blonde.
"You alright?"

Anthony looked up at the man he was there to see with a smile as he then stood.
"Afternoon! C'mon, old man. We got important plans."
His smile seemed to grow a bit as he nodded out toward the street. He knew Alastor didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day, Alastor having told him this himself.

Fixing the hat that was upon his head, Alastor raised a brow, beginning to follow Anthony.
"And where might these important plans of yours be taking us? Say, they don't happen to have anything to do with the fact that I am nineteen today, do they?"
He asked, knowing that they most likely did, but asking regardless.

Anthony chuckled lightly.
"They can if y' want 'em to. If not, these are just 'cause we can."
He took the last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away.
"First plan of action, it's still kinda early for dinner, so I dunno if y' wanna wait a bit for that, that's fine. We can go do somethin' else."

Watching Anthony's cigarette as it was flicked to the ground, Alastor brought his attention to the street ahead, it being quite busy at this time.
"Hm, yes, it is quite early for dinner."
He agreed.
"Perhaps your plan of action for dinner can wait a few hours."

The shorter man gave a nod, slowing down so they could walk side by side.
"Alright, sounds fair. Anythin' y' wanna do in the meantime?"
He figured he would ask seeing as the picture shows didn't usually run until later on and most of his other ideas wouldn't be ideal to partake in during daylight hours or before they joined the public.

Alastor paused in thought for a moment, lightly humming.
"Well, I suppose since we still have time before dinner, if it's alright with your plans, then I think I'd like to change before our evening begins. I know for sure this time that my mother will not be home."

Anthony glanced up at Alastor, noticing that he was still in his uniform.
"Oh, yeah, that works just fine."
He honestly wouldn't mind if she was there. She was a really nice woman from what he gathered and liked her a lot.