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latersmaters·:

He couldn’t move out of the way fast enough. Tim had seem Alfie flying toward him, but his legs just didn’t seem to want to go, so he stood rooted in place while the man crashed into him. “Whoa, you tryin’ to flatten me?” The question was followed by a hearty laugh. He’d stumbled back a few steps but managed to avoid falling. If he had, he still wouldn’t have had any hard feelings. “Naw, it’s alright. You should put a speedometer on that thing! Be curious to see how fast you were movin’, seemed pretty dang fast to me.”

“No, no, I was just- “ but Alfie felt reassured by the fact that he had just basically flown into was laughing, meaning he was at least taking it in stride. And at least he hadn’t fallen and hurt himself- no harm, no foul, right? “You think? I mean, I do tend to go pretty fast on these things. Sometimes, anyway. Usually when I don’t mean to- like, you know, now.” 

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chmiclreaction·:

Oh no. Oh no. Digging through her bag, Honey felt the color drain from her face as the realization hit her — she’d left her wallet at home, and she only had five bucks in cash. Even if that covered the meal, which it didn’t, she wouldn’t have anything to leave for a tip. “Um, hi, excuse me,” she waved over the closest waiter with a sheepish smile. “So, um, I forgot my wallet, and you’d think I would’ve memorized the numbers by now with all the clothes I order online, but I don’t remember if it ends in a 2 or a 3. Is there any way I can run home and get it? I swear I’ll be right back, I’m not trying to scam you. I can leave my bag so you know I’ll come back. I live in Amity Park, but I-… I can drive fast…”

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Alfie stood there for a moment, gaping. He felt for this customer, he really did. Forgetting your wallet felt like something he would do, and maybe he had done it before but couldn’t remember. But he didn’t know her personally, so how could he know she was telling the truth and would come back and pay for her meal? “I, uh...” he started, “I mean, that’s definitely an option, but, um...I’m not sure my boss would like it if I left you.” Correction: Colette would’ve been furious if he let her. “Is there anyone you can call to bring you your wallet? Or any money at all?” 

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xx-jojoy·:

Jo needed to soak up as much sun and warmth as she could. As if to just recharge and store her battery for when the weather started to get crummy, and cold. So walk in the parks after lunch were an absolute must in her book. Which came with the joys of others being reckless, much like this one that nearly took her out. Laughing a bit she shook her head. “I mean it happens. Just .. thankfully I’m not a small kid or something, you know?” She added another laugh leaving her. “Busy mind or just zoned out that hard?” She asked with a raised brow. 

“Oh, um, I guess a bit of both,” Alfie shrugged, brushing himself off. “I zoned out, because I do that a lot, but I guess I zoned out so hard that my mind got real busy. Heheh.” He couldn’t have been more relieved that this person wasn’t horribly mad, or even seemingly mad at all, that he had nearly knocked her onto her butt. Maybe she just had naturally good balance and could just easily keep that from happening? What a nice life that would be. “So, uh, yeah, sorry again. Um...what are you reading?” He figured he could at least pay her back for all this with some friendly conversation. 

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jeremy allen white + instyle

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@emctionalwhirlwind​

Alfie had been asked to meet someone named Riley at the local ice skating rink, so here he was. They wanted Gusteau’s to cater an event for their ice hockey team, and between the three heads of the restaurant- those being Alfie, Remy, and Colette- he had been chosen to show up to discuss food, pricing, etc. “Uh, hi there,” he approached the first person he saw on the ice. “This is a, uh, beautiful rink you got here! I mean, not that you’re the owner- unless you are, which would be cool! But I’m not looking for the owner anyway. I’m looking for, uh, Riley Andersen?” 

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laurettebimbeau·:

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“I mean, you’re dreamy, and therefore I know I have seen that face before.” Laurette liked to see him stutter. It was so adorable that she might lose her mind before she could even get to know him better. His blush was exciting, and Laurette couldn’t help but drink it in. 

As he went on about the specials, her eyes wandered to his lips, his eyes, and everything else she could get. She didn’t know why it was so enticing and yet…it was. “The roasted chicken sounds delightful, but I was wondering if you had anything meatier,” she flashed him a smile. “Don’t be shy in asking me questions, silly. I’m going away to a beach home for a little while or something stupid like that. It is sort of a family trip….” More so than she would have wanted, but hey, she had to try to believe that was what was going on. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

It almost didn’t register with Alfie that Laurette had just called him ‘dreamy.’ That...didn’t happen very often. Not with customers, or with anybody. “Oh, uh...” he started, almost unable to finish as his mouth immediately turned dry. “Th-thank you. Heh. I mean, you’re not too bad-looking yourself- I mean...” He stopped himself. What the hell was he doing? Laurette was a customer. Waiters never were supposed to flirt with customers- at least not like this! 

He started to inch slowly out of his bubble of oblivion and realized that Laurette was somehow staring at every single individual one of his features at the same time. “Meatier? Well, uh, we have some beef dishes, if, you know, you’d be interested in those.” He was starting to sweat- she did not mean beef. He tried to listen to Laurette discuss her vacation plans, but all he could hear was the thumping of his heart and his blood rushing from his head to...other places. If he was dreamy, Laurette was a knockout- even Alfie himself wondered what she saw in him. “Yeah, so, uh...would you like some more water?” If anything, he needed to cool off. 

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prinxefroggy·:

God, he’s awkward. But it’s fine. He seems harmless—nervous almost. Just introverted, he supposes. Naveen waved his hand, “don’t mention it. And I’ve got one on the way, don’t even worry about me. Enjoy your night. Drink, be merry, all that jazz,” he chuckles. Naveen takes a seat next to him, “well, if you insist,” he replies. “I’m Naveen, nice to meet you Alfie.” Friendly casual company. He can do that, he’s good at that too. “So… tell me about yourself. All I’ve got so far is that you’re straight and there’s gotta be so much more to you than that.” He jests lightly.

“Yeah, I insist- I mean, unless you don’t want to. But it would be nice! You seem nice.” Alfie cleared his throat in order to stop his own rambling, as he so often did. He wasn’t good at meeting new people outside of a waiter-and-customer scenario, but Naveen seemed friendly enough. No harm could be done by just chatting with someone at the bar- everyone did that. Except for Alfie. “Well, I, uh...I work at Gusteau’s. Not as a chef- I’m only wearing this uniform because I spilled soup all over my regular one earlier. I’m usually dressed like a waiter. Because I am. I’m a waiter. And actually, I really love it. So, uh, what do you do?” 

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prinxefroggy·:

“Ah, yes, well, the compliment still stands,” he says, never really sure how to continue whenever his flirting hit a dead end. “Sorry to have imposed on your evening.” He thinks about walking away but the guy looks stressed and Naveen notices his pants. Which is an odd thing, but he’s dressed like a chef, which he only knows from bothering Tiana at work. So, deciding to be polite, or whatever, he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty—which he’s glad he has because anything smaller would’ve been embarrassing. “Drink’s still on me; you seem to have had a long day and definitely seem like you need something good, okay?” He slides the bill across the counter, moving a bit away from him, giving him more space. “Name’s Naveen. Again, did not mean to bother you. Enjoy your drink.”

“Oh, no, no, no! You’re not imposing, really. Not at all.” Crap- here was a guy just trying to be nice and Alfie had to go and ruin it, as he always did. And no, Alfie wasn’t into anyone but girls and did have a drink on the way, but he still felt bad for shutting him down so quickly, and felt even worse when he was presented with a twenty dollar bill. “Oh wow, thanks! Um, do you have a drink? I might as well put this money to good use- although it’s your money, so it would be like you’re buying your own- never mind.” He nodded at the friendly bar patron. “I’m Aflie. Please, stay! I don’t mind the company- I like it!” 

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Alfie would have to be at work soon, but in order to clear his head, he was spending some time skating in the park. In other circumstances, he was a clumsy fool, but on wheels, he was fast, agile, and graceful- usually. He could still be a clumsy skater once in a while, mostly due to how easily distracted he was. Today, he was thinking about how Remy had forgotten to do the dishes in their apartment again, which made no sense because Remy was a chef and knew that clean kitchens were important, so why would he forget to clean a part of his own- “Woah!” Alfie cried, nearly knocking someone over as he was lost in thought. “Sorry! My bad!” 

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jeremy allen white photographed by kendall bessent

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laurettebimbeau·:

Laurette was not happy about the sudden vacation thrown at her, but she was still going to go because Gaston was there. Her heart demanded that she give it a chance even when she felt like it was trick. Another game. Because to Laurette everything was a game. Her paranoia was something that had developed over time, that manifested into a dangerous fix. She knew it was because of certain hobbies she kept, but the rush was so worth it all. Still, it would not be the first time she was tricked into doing something she did not want to concerning all of that, so she was going to do the most before she left. 

Visiting Alfie was on her list. He hardly knew her and yet a part of her was enamored by him. She was very much in love with Gaston but she couldn’t be tamed enough to only love a single being. Her heart was too full of it and she wanted to share that with whoever it called to. Alfie happened to be one of them, whether he knew it or not. When she got her seat and he came over to her, the butterflies in her stomach went insane. And then he got her name right. He hardly knew her and knew her name. She couldn’t help but grin at him. “We…I feel like I know you, at least. Saw you in my dreams before.” She nodded her head happily. “Yes, Laurette is my name, One of three ette’s with the same face.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “What are your specials? I’m on a farewell tour.”

“In your dreams?” Alfie laughed sheepishly. “Wh-what do you mean?” No way in hell was this gorgeous blonde flirting with him. Girls didn’t flirt with Alfie. They just didn’t. Especially the ones he wanted to flirt with him, like Colette. He could feel himself starting to blush, and so quickly, too. He was so easily embarrassed, which may have been one of the reasons for the lack of flirtatious women in his life. 

Not that he was going to flirt with a customer anyway. That would be way too unprofessional. He cleared his throat. “So, our specials include a really nice bouillabaisse, which is like a seafood stew; a roasted chicken paillard, which is delicious; and eggplant au poivre, if you’re in the mood for something more vegan-ish.” He cocked his head at her comment about a ‘farewell tour.’ “Oh? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking- which you might, and that’s fine- but, uh, are you moving, or...sorry, I’m just curious!” 

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prinxefroggy·:

Location: the Snuggly Duckling

“I’m not usually this forward,” he says, knowing he’s usually more forward, “but I saw you across the bar and you are just so stunning,” Naveen gives the person next to them a grin as he leans against the bar. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Alfie had decided to treat himself to a glass of wine after a long day’s work. He would’ve just had one at the restaurant, but he needed to clear his head and have some alone time. Looks like he came to the wrong place for that. “Oh, uh...I’ve actually already ordered. Thanks, though. Also, um...I don’t think it would work with us. Not that you’re- I mean, it’s me. Me being straight. I’m straight, sorry.” 

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@laurettebimbeau​

Just as Alfie had set down a hot, steaming bowl of the soup du jour in front of one customer, he noticed another one had just been sat down. He swiftly approached her as soon as the former customer was satisfied, swiveling from table to table as though floating on air thanks to the help of his trusty skates. “Hi there,” he greeted the customer, “I’m Alfie, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. Would you like to hear about our- oh.” He stopped mid-sentence, trying to piece together just where he had seen this customer before. “Sorry, it’s just- you look sorta familiar. Do we know each other, or...maybe we went to the same school at one point?” Then he remembered: “Laurette! Laurette, right? You’re one of the Bimbeau sisters?” 

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Ratatouille (2007), dir. Brad Bird

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my entire life is me dropping things and whispering ‘fuck’

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youngestaristocat·:

Berlioz nodded in agreement before taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I suppose so. It is on nights that I’m here at least. Not that I mean it’s busy because I’m here! It just seems that this place is always busy is what I mean.” Berlioz sighed, hoping he hadn’t sounded like a complete fool. “Oh, uh, since I was pretty young. Probably like five or six years old. My mother wanted us all to have some sort of talent and pushed us into music and other sorts of lessons. I just fell in love with music at a young age and kept up with it my whole life. I can play other instruments too.” He wasn’t trying to gloat and he hoped it didn’t sound like he was. Realizing how he might have sounded he blushed a little bit. “But, uh, do you like working here? I’m sure the money is decent.”

“That’s so cool! That your mom encouraged you, I mean,” Alfie smiled, nodding along as he listened to Berlioz explain his musical backstory. “What other instruments do you play? I tried to play guitar before but I’m, uh, not so good with my hands. I mean, at all. With anything.” He stopped while he was ahead at that point, hoping that his phrasing didn’t make it sound like he was trying to make any sort of innuendo. “I love working here! I love the people, and the food, and Colette...’s leadership.”