InsaneJournal

Who: Tino and Mia
What: a talk
When: today, shortly after this, and shortly before this
Where: their house
Rated: TBD


Tino frowned. Here he was, sitting around his house, waiting to deliver more bad news. It seemed like he had just been in this position. It hadn't been pleasant. In fact, it had all but backfired and blown up in his face. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice, that was for sure. For starters, he didn't cook dinner. And the boys were around somewhere, playing or something. There would be no yelling. It was important that there was no yelling about this. Gino and Benito didn't need to know.

He paced around the kitchen. Traffic. It was the bane of his existence, even when he wasn't sitting in it. It was taking Mia forever, it seemed. Ugh. Really. The only thing he hated more than traffic was Alex Bailey, and he had good reason. What a complete and utter dick. To make Tino break news like this? It wasn't fair. And the boys had done nothing wrong. Honestly, he felt bad for Olivia. She was a sweet girl, swept into a controlling and psychopathic marriage.

He hated the idea of this. He needed a drink. With a quick couple of steps, Tino was standing in front of the fridge, pulling it open and reaching in for a beer. He popped the top off -- which rolled onto the floor and under a cabinet -- and took a large swig. In two more gulps, the drink was gone. He placed it on the counter and grabbed another. He was just about to take another large gulp when he heard Mia's keys in the door.