brothers, brothers, heed the call (rp for we-standalone)

[magic_fratboy]

One of the advantages of living so close to his parents was the ability to call his father and ask him to watch Mayilia for a couple hours when his best friend randomly reappeared after nearly two years off the grid for whatever fucked up Immortal-related reason.

Smiling as he thought about Sal, and as he gazed down at his sleeping daughter, now two years old and physically matured to about the age of four, Tommy marveled at the good luck of it as he leaned over and kissed May's cheek.

"Daddy?" she slurred, rubbing one eye sleepily.

"Sorry, May Bunny. Daddy's gotta go out, just wanted you to know."

"Is to fight Dark people?"

"Nah, not the Darkness tonight, baby. An old friend of Daddy's is back, we're just gonna go talk, and Papou's gonna stay with you, okay?"

May's dark eyes widened as she gasped, trying to sit up in bed. "Daddy, I pay wif Papou!"

"I'll have him come read you a story, okay?" Tommy laughed, gently pressing May down so he could tuck her My Little Pony blanket back around her, making sure she had the pink bunny she'd named Candy tucked securely in her arms. "Daddy will be home in a couple hours, and I'll come kiss you goodnight before I go to sleep."

May pouted up at him, but didn't try to sit up again as he leaned over and kissed her one more time.

Within the alloted two hours, Tommy was walking through the doors of Road to Ruin, scanning the bar for some sign of Sal. Finding none, he walked up to the bar and flagged down Chet.

"Yo, Papa Chet! You seen a skinny little Italian shithead around here?"

"If you mean Sal," Chet drawled with a grin that betrayed the annoyed tone of his voice, "he's in the can. He's been harassing my customers with bad knock knock jokes for the last forty five minutes, maybe you can put a leash on him."

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[we_standalone]

Too long had passed since he had last been there; even longer since he had seen the Avatar, even when he made a promise that he would keep in touch. Fact was, being a celebrity was far too fucking time consuming. It ate up hours and days in seconds, it seemed, and after almost two solid years of touring Europe and South America, Sal was ready to go home.

"You fucking cheap bastard!" Sal hollered from the corner of the bar. "You fucking telling me you can't buy decent shit tickets with the amount of money this dive makes? Jesus fucking Christ.."

A second later, when Sal was finally able to see Tommy, the biggest shit eating grin spread wide across his face.

"Look at you, mother fucker." he belted, grabbing his friends face in his hands and giving him a big ass kiss on his cheek. "You look like shit. Still."

[magic_fratboy]

Turning at the sound of Sal's voice, Tommy laughed and returned the gesture as Sal ambushed him with a friendly European greeting. Kissing each of his cheeks in return, he finished with a hug, lifting the smaller man clean off his feet with a groan before setting him down and slapping his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Salvatore motherfuckin' Vieri, you got a set of balls showing your face around here after so long without a fuckin' phone call." Tommy laughed, looping an arm around Sal's neck to drag him up to the bar. Taking a stool for himself, he signaled Chet for a beer for him and a fresh one of whatever Sal was having in the non-alcoholic department for the night.

"Start at the beginning, and don't stop 'till you get up to now: I wanna hear what the fuck you got goin' on." he grinned. "Don't let me start, else I'll just talk about May all goddamn night."