Tommy stared dumbly at Mark as he spoke. It took longer than it should have for him to figure out the guy was quoting... something. Mark Twain or Tom Sawyer or some shit like that. But even knowing it was a quote didn't mean it made any more sense.
He gave a shrug. Yeah, it'd been a bad night. Same shit, different day. He didn't really want to talk about it. He was about to head out when he heard his name.
He looked around sharply, catching sight of Len in an instant. The bar was empty save for the three of them. Tommy looked from Len to Mark and recognition set in. They were the two new guys running the show. Oh, this was a great morning so far.
"Tommy," he corrected automatically.
He dropped his gaze towards the table and his stuff. And he was busted. Tommy looked more annoyed than anything. This wouldn't be the first time he'd been thrown out of a place.
"Whatever, man." He stood and crossed his arms. "Just give me back my stuff and I'm out of here."