#tommy starter

[oldestwounds]

@storiesofoblivion​ liked this for a starter

“Heeey, I’m late, I know, I’m sorry.” he offered a half-assed apology as he bounded up the stairs. He hardly felt a real apology was warranted whenever he was running late because his job was always there as a convenient excuse. “What’d I miss?”

[wctchit]

“Dare I ask how you got roped into all of this?” His sister wanted a fun night out with the old group. We haven’t gone out in months. She had whined. And it was true. March and April were always the hard months for him. When everything ws gray. When his birthday began to loom closer.  After hours of the puppy dog eyes, he had finally agreed. 

He just didn’t know one of his old flames would be invited along too. 

[orumad]

muse: tommy callahan. open to: anyone !!

“--- last call.” the lights flicker on and off in quick succession, a mild attempt to wake the drunker regulars up from their stupors so they could go stumbling off into the night. where exactly? tommy doesn’t much care, not for any of them really, except one. he gestures to them. “ah, ah. not you. i got a bone to pick.”

once the graveyard of drained bottles is cleared from the bar, he sets a bottle of something unlabeled between them. a couple of small glasses clink shortly into place beside it. “you’ve been wallowing in that stool all night -- don’t mind the pun. now, i don’t often play the role of chummy barkeep, but i guess you picked a lucky night to somehow be the biggest downer in a roomful of sad old fucks.” there’s a pause and he purses his lips into a ghost of a smirk, only truly partly as dry as he sounds. “-- what’s up?”

[waldorfs1x1-blog]

JFK on Presidents day is surprisingly relaxing. There’s something so charming about airports, though I do prefer traveling privately. I didn’t believe in meditation until I was alone at a Dunkin’ Donuts at 3 AM in JFK, with just the homeless people to keep me sane. 

Needless to say, I’m happy to be home. My Las Vegas trip was lucrative, but there’s nothing like the city that never sleeps. What’s happening tonight, guys?

[oldestwounds]

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Huck couldn’t help the slight smirk on his face. He never really did all that well with serious conversations in the first place. He let out a small scoff as he looked up at them. “You don’t have to be terrified every time I put on this shirt y’know. It’s just a job like anything else.” he assured with a shrug of his broad toned shoulders. 

[orumad]

open one-liner.

“no new hires,” tommy barely bats an eye, wiping down the bartop for the umpteenth time tonight. “-- no loitering either. what’ll it be?”

[roscoe2x1-blog1]

What’s up?! It’s Drunk Jesus’ #2 dreamboat T-Wylde, comin’ at ya. Since it’s Thirstday, why don’t y’all get your asses down to Buck Wilde and party it up? Your first round’s on me. 

 In other news, I’m buying a laptop case (god knows I can afford one) so that my beautiful, older twin doesn’t accidentally swipe it. I have it narrowed down to this one or this one. Thoughts?