Mike Robenbaum rosey calls to entice Tom Welling tommyboy to come play.
13 September 2008
"Tom, you are not going to fucking believe what happened to me over the weekend." Mike's never really been into introducing himself for a phone call, it takes too long, wastes time that could be better spent gushing over the reason for the phone call. "John took me to the most in-fucking-credible club."
Tom listens to Mike's ramble and then shakes his head out. It's not all that early, but he's been on mostly night shoots for a solid week or so now and his daytime equilibrium is a bit shot. "John took you to a club?" he parrots back, eyebrows rising. "Have to say I never thought you two would go in for the same kind of entertainment." He rolls on to his back in the bed, notes that Jamie's probably long gone for the day, and props himself up against his pillows.( Oh, this was no sports bar my friend, no, no. )