Who: Tommy and Bret, mentions of Harvey and Paul. What: Date night, or something like it. Where: Bret's apartment. When: Late Monday evening. Warnings: Language, drug references, possible sexuality.
Pausing in his excited babbling about his weekend at George's farm, Tommy twisted around in the passenger seat of Bret's car, wanting to see if his bodyguard was far enough behind him to allow Tommy to kiss his boyfriend while they were stopped at a red light. He hadn't been able to kiss Bret at the airport, since his bodyguard had been blending in with the crowd about ten feet away from them, but he'd hugged the mortal tightly and, once Harvey and Paul had greeted each other, had stepped forward to wrap Paul in a loose, tentative hug as well. And then it had just been a matter of firing excited questions at the two best friends, questions about the NOH8 open photoshoot, to cover up the fact that every cop with a drug dog made his heart seize up - Tommy didn't like airports, he'd discovered - and to cover up the fact that he was scanning the crowds in the airport with his immortal senses every so often, just in case someone nefarious decided to take issue with his dad's most recent powerplay by going after Marijuana's weak son. Still, once they were in the car, after Tommy had brightly waved goodbye to both Harvey and Paul, Tommy felt infinitely more at ease and once they had stopped at the red light, he leaned over to kiss Bret slowly, trying to tell the mortal how much he had missed him with every second of their lips pressing together.
But the moment ended, the light turned green, and Tommy settled back in his seat, fiddling with the edge of the hem of his green button-down as he tried to focus on something other than how much he had missed the mortal. Thinking about the lecture he'd attended that morning would work, and was far better than inwardly railing against Marijuana; his dad was power-hungry, that Tommy knew, but Marijuana had forgotten that fighting against the Christians would turn the weaker members of the Drug Family - namely him - into moving targets. But Tommy tilted his head to look at Bret with an affectionate smile and those thoughts slipped from his mind as they pulled into the parking lot of Bret's apartment building. Squeezing the mortal's hand briefly, Tommy slid out of the car, looking over his shoulder to see his bodyguard's car pull into the parking lot as well. Good; Tommy didn't think that anything would happen, at least not while he was at Bret's apartment, but with Marijuana starting what could turn into an interpantheon conflict, it was better to be safe than sorry. And since he actually wanted his bodyguard around, instead of ducking away and losing him like he usually did, Tommy had to wait until they were in the lobby to take Bret's hand lightly and until they were in the elevator to lean in for the deep kiss he'd wanted to greet Bret with in the first place.
Once they were in the hall, Tommy strained his ears toward Bret's apartment door, trying to make sure Mandy wasn't home before he let that little bit of power that allowed him to look human bleed away back into his stores. Green eyes shifted to look up at Bret, Tommy looking curious. "Do you know when you'll get to see your photo?" He asked, pretty much just asking to keep his mind off of the last conversation he and Bret'd had, about Bret's shopping trip with Paul. "And do you think we could go to the next open shoot and get one taken together?"