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Tom is in the bar tonight, although he got quite the strong impression that Door would have preferred he not be. This is his place, though, and he's returned after much worse than an ill-advised hex from a frightened witch.
He did take care to wear dark jeans and a blue button-up shirt to look not like his usual, more severe self. He can dress down, sometimes. The sleeves have cuff links instead of buttons; there is only so much modern style Tom can handle.
He sits in the same armchair that Ingress sat in last night, though he has no way of knowing this. He does not stare into the fire. He keeps his eyes on the room as he sips his scotch. Just in case.
He did take care to wear dark jeans and a blue button-up shirt to look not like his usual, more severe self. He can dress down, sometimes. The sleeves have cuff links instead of buttons; there is only so much modern style Tom can handle.
He sits in the same armchair that Ingress sat in last night, though he has no way of knowing this. He does not stare into the fire. He keeps his eyes on the room as he sips his scotch. Just in case.