Hey, you've reached Tom Collins. Not here, leave message.

*beep*

(everything from this post on is for H&M, but is a clean slate from his last visit *smiles*)

Tom was lounging on their couch and reading The Story of 'O'. He had a cup of tea next to him along with a few cookies. Chelsea was busy being curled up on his chest between him and his book, however Tom simply read around the kitten, not having the heart to wake her.

"You have reached Tom Collins...to steal from my good friends....SPEEEEAAAAAAKKKKK"

A very bored looking Tom was sitting in the cafe, sipping hot tea and people watching.

Trouble is, there weren't many people around.

Thus the flaw in his plan.

((ooc: Feel free to join him, he's actually quite nice!))

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Tom flung open the door of the apartment, his hands shaking. He had never in his life want to hurt a woman, but he'd be damned if he didn't want to slap that smirk off Ryn's face.

"Lucy? Are you home hun?"

Tom unlocked the door of their apartment and stumbled in, very drunk. He was still in drag, but his wig was off kilter and he was nearly falling in his heels. He grinned as Chelsea quickly scampered out of his way and hid under the sink in the bathroom. "M'not drunk Lu!"

Tom was in the bathroom applying some make-up, waiting for Lucy to come home. He was in a black corset, knee highs, and black panties. His red outfit and blonde wig were laying on the bed, waiting for him to change into.

It was supposed to be a clear, warm night. Tom had rushed home after work and was admiring his work. He had pulled out a king sized air mattress and set it up on the balcony. New jersey cotton sheets, and a huge comforter in case it got cold. Huge fluffy pillows and an awning they could use to encircle the porch in case it did rain again ( Read more... )