[wam] 034 - last chance

“Your energy’s fading.”

“Then let’s do this fast.”

“You could die.”

“If I die here, at least I’ll be back.”

He watched as Dog gave him that look...the one that meant he was going against his gut. Regardless of all the dogma he preached, however, Tommy knew that knowledge had at least a little to do with instinct. Dog didn’t know the things he did...he didn’t have the instincts.

“Then let the rite begin.”

( The Trial By Fire... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 870

[jsi] Made a full recovery just in time to risk his life...again...

[Check it out, folks...I'm back!

And, uh...a little lighter in the head, and I ain't talkin' brains.

Seriously, folks...how bad does my hair look?...]

[Are you ready] Are you ready to go? (rp for no_substitution)

The new paint job looked damn good.

It was one of a thousand things Tommy was noticing as he sat in the dining area of the club, absently rolling a quarter across his knuckles while his brethren chatted all around him. The bright red paint cheerfully illuminating the scene behind the bar was eyecatching and vivacious...but at the same time, too plain. Maybe if he offered, Belle would let him do a mural back there...

"Dog's right. Something's different about you, T."

Tommy glanced back at the group of men who were all staring at him with odd looks. "What?"

"You're like...the man tonight. Do you see yourself?"

Tommy frowned, looking down at the way he was dressed. He'd been sick for days, so what if he'd traded his usual neat jeans and t-shirts for a pair of stylishly worn jeans and a black leather vest that laced down the front? He wanted out of the casual and into something that felt more human. Besides, it looked kind of interesting with his new haircut, and with his usual sandals on, it felt good to be able to slip them off and pad around the club in his bare feet.

They were right about one thing, though...he did feel stronger, stronger than he'd ever felt in his life. And the coin was rolling between his fingers more easily than it ever had...

"I feel good, that's all I know." Tommy admitted with a shrug. "But I've felt like shit this week, so how's that bad?"

His compatriots were saved from an answer as a familiar figure caught Tommy's eye, weaving her way through the club. Grinning as he spotted her, Tommy stood up and climbed on his chair, waving his arms to flag her down. "Yo, Sass! Over here!!"