He lounged on the sofa, a magazine from her mail open in his lap and his glass in hand. For all appearances, he was completely at home, even though internally he wanted to trash the place. Too plain.
"Tommy is a hard kind of guy to like," he said blandly, chalking up another win for himself in his private game with the firefighter. "I was just trying to prove... mm, that I could be perfectly capable of getting laid when I wanted too. Sorry for the, uh, crude language, but it's the truth. Maggie's a nice girl, so I don't regret it - but I'm just a little surprised that she hangs around an idiot like that."
He glanced vaguely over her, smirking. "Don't worry, I keep my promises." Putting his glass down for a moment, he tugged off his jacket and threw it at her. "Go ahead and look, no knives." Not in his jacket or his socks, but his shoes - well, he only had the one pair. And he wasn't about to stick a woman in the gut with his shoe. That would be rude.
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:13 am (UTC)"Tommy is a hard kind of guy to like," he said blandly, chalking up another win for himself in his private game with the firefighter. "I was just trying to prove... mm, that I could be perfectly capable of getting laid when I wanted too. Sorry for the, uh, crude language, but it's the truth. Maggie's a nice girl, so I don't regret it - but I'm just a little surprised that she hangs around an idiot like that."
He glanced vaguely over her, smirking. "Don't worry, I keep my promises." Putting his glass down for a moment, he tugged off his jacket and threw it at her. "Go ahead and look, no knives." Not in his jacket or his socks, but his shoes - well, he only had the one pair. And he wasn't about to stick a woman in the gut with his shoe. That would be rude.