Who: Tommy, Bret, Glibt, and Mark. What: Casual dinner with the other half of Tommy's parental team. Where: Mark and Glibt's brownstone. When: Friday evening. Warnings: Possible language, alcohol use, and singing. There might be singing.
Tommy hadn't dressed up at all - his NORML t-shirt had a dark green button-down thrown on top - as he had a feeling this would be a rather casual dinner. But he had helped Bret choose his clothes, which did carry the risk of getting distracted. Eventually, though, Bret was dressed in black slacks, a white t-shirt, and a blue-button down and Tommy ran his fingers briefly through the mortal's hair before stealing one last kiss before they headed out of Bret's apartment and into his car. Traffic wasn't too bad, for New York City and they made it there in good time. And Tommy babbled as he led Bret up the steps to the stately and historical brownstone. "Remember, any mention of Palin or Beck will set Father off on a tangent and while his tangents are hysterical, I do kind of want to save you from having to suffer through it. And try not to mention Harvey too much, yeah? Bernard, that is. My Harvey had a thing with him once-" That was putting it lightly, Tommy had been able to see the pain in his papa's eyes when they had been standing in front of Castro Camera. "-and I think it's a sore spot in their relationship. Other than that..." Tommy trailed off as they reached the door, smiling up at Bret and fiddling with the collar of the mortal's button-down. "Just be your perfectly charming self."
That said, Tommy pressed a kiss to Bret's cheek before opening the door. It still felt odd to him to just barge in without knocking - this wasn't his home and he was very aware of it - but it belonged to his father and his papa, so Tommy felt like it was okay to come in without knocking. "Father? Harvey?" He called out from the front foyer as he slid his shoes off and, after a moment, a voice - Glibt's - came from the general direction of the kitchen. "In here, Thomas! You two might want to keep your shoes with you, we're eating out on the patio." Tommy picked up his shoes and tugged Bret's hand lightly, still smiling reassuringly as they made their way further into the brownstone, making sure that he dropped his hand back to the side before they entered the kitchen. Glibt looked up from where he was loading beverages - cola, beer, water - into a small cooler to take out onto the patio. "Hey, kiddo." He said brightly, smiling at Tommy before his eyes slid over to Bret, nothing but welcome and friendliness in their depths. With just a cursory glance, Glibt was able to tell that Bret was firmly infatuated with Tommy, able to tell that the mortal would treat the young god with nothing but respect and affection and, even though Glibt had to remain silent and appear unknowing, he approved, for the most part. There was his worry about a god being with a mortal, that was always messy, but he was self-aware enough to know that it probably came from how his last relationship with a then-mortal had ended.
"Hi, Papa. Where's Father?" Tommy asked, and then he remembered his manners. "Oh! Papa, this is Bret Murray. Bret, this is Harvey Stonewall. He'll officially be my step-father in January."
Glibt smiled warmly at the young god, coming out from behind the island. "He's out on the patio with his Blackberry glued to his hand." His eyes flicked back to Bret and he held out his hand for the mortal to shake. "I know we've met before, but these circumstances are infinitely better." Much better than that city-wide blackout. "How's it going?"