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I Know It Took A While... (Rose)
Tommy Templeton pulled up to his motel at the edge of town and killed the engine on his bike. Between helping the others on the semi-team he was on and his own personal business for The Boss, he hadn't a lot of time to himself in the last few months. The situation down in New Orleans was a nice break and Kassi helped out, but Tommy still wasn't in a good place.
He loped up the steps to the room and closed the door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor. He set the 24-pack of beer on the small table to his right, determined to get started as soon as he laid down for a moment. A wave of fatigue hit him just then, the result of pushing too hard for too long. He needed to call Joe. He needed to call Roxanne about Joe. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and a slip of paper fell to the floor. Probably another receipt. Need to keep those for when I file...
He bent down and picked up the slip of paper and turned it over.
Rose: XXX-XXX-XXXX
"Oh man. How did you forget to call her?" he said to no one in particular.
We have no time to indulge in petty fantasy.
"Yeah, I know." Tommy said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number.He hoped she'd pick up.
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"Your friends that were with you...are you talkin' to them about it?" he asked.
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She shook her head again. "I come by broodin' natural-like. Or close enough to it. Pops is the same way sometimes."
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Tommy felt like a hypocrite telling Rose to find out about her father when he didn't have the courage to do the same about his. Maybe if it turned out well for her, he'd think about it.
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His mind went back to a time, not long ago, when he'd done something similar. His adopted mother was still sitting in a mental hospital, screaming her head off daily, from what he heard.
"Panic attack, huh? Let's agree that we won't give each other a panic attack if we just look at each other. What do you say?" he asked with a grin.
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She grinned. "Ya got yerself a deal, Tommy-Boy."
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They'd order dinner and eat. Tommy would take care of the tab before offering Rose his arm.
"There's a bar down the street. Pretty much a dive, which is my favorite kind of bar."
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"Is there any other kind?" she asked.
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They left the bar and headed down the street to Aces and Eights Tavern.
Tommy secured them a table and a pitcher of beer, ostensibly for himself.
"I'll rack and you break. Meanwhile, I'll start with Twenty Questions." Tommy said.
"What kind of guy are you into?" he asked, getting the balls set for Rose to play.
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She wasn't expecting the question, but she was good about not letting it show. "Honestly?" she asked. "I like a guy who doesn't mind livin' on the wild side. Guy who likes ta have a good time."
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"How wild is wild, though? There's run-down-a-street-naked wild and then there's I-got-arrested-for-this-wild." Tommy said.
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"More like the second," she said. "Kinda guy who thinks a bar brawl ain't a bad way ta spend an evenin'."
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"Gunfights and bar brawls are Monday through Friday night things for me. I've been in more of each than I've had birthdays." he said.
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"Ya do live an interestin' life, Tommy-Boy."
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He moves to take his shot and knocks down a red striped ball, followed by a blue-striped ball.
"I come from a small town in the Midwest. Bar fights were really the only thing you could do that wasn't staying at home."
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