#tommy001

[dancing-to-satellites]

WHERE: Brisbane BBQ Festival WHEN: Saturday 26th of June WITH @tamirkasra

Milou checked her phone when she reached the stand, eager to be out of the house, and thinking about whether not to send Tommy a message when she reached the place they had decided to meet at. Perhaps she was overthinking it, though perhaps in this case was a most definitely. She knew she was easily discouraged, and seeing someone she had an one-night stand with for something that could be described as a date was definitely something she needed to be discouraged from. 

Which was exactly why she hadn’t told a single soul. 

She looked, already aware of the barbeque festival, and really eager to ask a question about it when he appeared, a grin on her face at the thought of it. She did enjoy having banter with people, and Tommy had managed to make her laugh during sex, which in her eyes was a sign someone was special. One of many signs. 

“Oi,” she said, pulling off her fakest British accent, no clue what part of the UK she was trying to copy. “Didn’t know you wanted to make this date about food,” she said, holding out both arms to gesture at the festival. 

[sethnewmcn]

His eyes stared at the screen, typing up notes from the meeting they had that morning. The door opening didn’t cause him to look up, expecting the person Lincoln had an appointment with to be relatively early. “Have a seat over there, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

@tommyboyburns

[catmazzoni]

The books slipping out of her hand was the last straw, at no fault but her own for trying to carry to many. It felt oddly metaphorical for her life right now, already on edge with everything going on. Cat bent down to pick them up, reaching to stack them again. “This is not what I needed today,” she mumbled to herself.

@tommyboyburns

[pitymisskitty]

With: @ofbloodandsnow Where: Peggy's diner, out in the snow

The sound of an engine trying and failing to start would be music to Kitty's ears if it was happening to literally anyone else, but it was unfortunately becoming the soundtrack to her evening. "Fucking, fucking fuck fuck fucker," she muttered, dropping her head onto the steering wheel. When she lifted it back up, she could visibly see her breath as it puffed out in a cloud when she sighed, moving to get out of the old truck.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked as she lifted up the hood, peering into the engine. "You're South Dakota born and raised, dude. Why the fuck are you giving out on me now?" She wondered if her hand-me-down clunker was on her last life, but, no. That wasn't possible. This truck was supposed to survive the apocalypse. A little cold weather wouldn't do it in.

Seeing someone else out, she waved over, not quite able to pick out who it was as the snow was starting to come down harder. "Hey!" she called out. "I don't suppose you know how to resuscitate a truck, do you?"

[scthcartcr]

@txboone​

Following his time with Del, in which she informed him that she was leaving and going on a ‘trip’, something that Seth would never understand, he’d found Tommy in the Clubhouse. He knew that the man was friends with her and last he knew, Del was upset about something. Not that he cared about her in more than an associate of the Club kind of way (don’t question him), but he wondered what had caused the woman’s reaction. Asking if they were friends, asking if he cared about her… What kind of questions were those? Why did she need those reassurances when nothing had even fucking changed? Staring at Tommy for a second before moving over to him, he crosses his arms over his chest, eyes shifting every way besides onto the man. “You know why Del’s bein’ fuckin’ weird?” he asks, figuring the pair was actually friends, whereas Seth is just someone that fucks with her. 

He won’t ask more though. He’s not looking to dig any deeper, even though now the woman was God-knows-where. Tommy probably didn’t even know where she went considering from what he gathered, she wanted to be left alone. Delphine was a big girl, she could figure shit out herself.