Tommy/TJ
They weren't running, but they were certainly walking a lot faster than Tommy would normally walk. What the hell was he going to do? Stay inside forever? Or wear 'professional make-up'? God, those people were unbelievable.
He didn't relax until they were finally inside. "Thanks," he said, as he went to the fridge. "We have beer, and yes, I remember the good old days when we had the appropriate bottle of wine to go with every occasion, although I don't know what matches turning violet. All of that to ask if you'd like one."