[I won't be going home tonight] My generation will put it right (rp for its-phoenetic)

[magic_fratboy]

NOTE: Bendy time to next Saturday. :)

Maybe it was like being home twice over that made the hotel one of his favorites, but just walking over the fake cobblestones and manhole covers, staring at a miniature Times Square looming before him eased a knot between his shoulderblades that he didn't realize was there. It had gone away in Brooklyn, too, at least as soon as he'd left Bess's graveside...

Avoiding darker thoughts, Tommy absently reached up to remove his baseball cap, rolling it up and shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. Absently, he noted they were looser than usual...his workout routine hadn't changed in nearly three months, but even his mom had commented on it: he looked like he was training for the Olympics or something. Dad had brought the truth to light when they finally sat down and discussed his power: as his magic grew stronger, his body would follow.

He still couldn't believe his dad had been hiding from the Fraternity all these years. Real magic at his fingertips, and he'd given it up for love. It was kind of romantic, actually.

Letting it slip from his thoughts, Tommy amused himself by trying to get the sound right under his feet...the shuffle-clack of stone under his boots as he walked, getting it with a triumphant laugh only when he'd reached the restaurant, and spotted a girl standing out front in just the spot they'd agreed to meet at.

Walking up to her, Tommy cleared his throat twice before he could get his voice to work. "Uh...hey. Listen, are you Dee?"

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With a soft peal of laughter, Dimitra took the too big ring from her thumb and held it out to Tommy. It was simple, just a slightly raised silver band -- her father's wedding ring -- but the inside was engraved, a soft time-worn cursive that she'd memorized when she was a child. While there's life, there's hope.

"I already know."

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Leaning over, Tommy looked at the ring, reading the inscription with a slow-spreading smile. It almost sounded like something he'd hear from Martin, or something he might have even said his last time around the block...

"Just outta curiosity, you don't have any tattoos, do you?" he asked after a beat. He just couldn't resist asking, and it was the easiest way to find out if she was actually a Fraternity sister...

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Curls bobbing, Dimitra shook her head. "I am of the legion of uninked. We are few, but many." She nodded sagely, biting back a giggle as she toyed with her silverware.

"Besides, you can't ask a lady something like that."

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Tommy smiled, then discreetly pushed the band of his watch back enough on his left wrist to expose one of the two sets of handcuffs tattooed there...namely, his most recent one, the modern set, leaving the antique pair covered by his watch. He'd show that later, if it came down to it...but for now, he wanted to remain as anonymous as he could.

"Depends on the kind of ink we're talking about." he replied simply.