@townmartyr asked, "okay, seriously though, what the hell?"
"shh." it's an alarming introduction to be sure; tommy's got his arm locked around archie's neck, forcing his head down. "keep your eyes low," he hisses through his teeth. williams doesn't make it his business to interfere with the new fish. he'll steer 'em straight if they need a reminder of the rules — mostly if tommy's at risk of his ass getting in trouble too.
archie's little confrontation concerned nobody but his DAMN self, and yet tommy intervened. why? shit, maybe he's just feeling charitable today. maybe he doesn't want to stare at the blood smear archie's head would undoubtedly leave if that encounter continued. it'd be an awfully ugly sight for the next few weeks.
tommy drags the redhead to the opposite side of the yard and forcibly sits archie down at an unoccupied table. the metal bench is in the DIRECT path of the sun, creating a seat hotter than the devil's throne. it allows them a sliver of privacy however, and that's all tommy is looking for.
"jesus h. christ, red. you got a lot to learn. the fuck you'd say to make that ol' meathead so mad?"










