[Does Tommy whisper a little prayer for salvation? Maybe. Habit's a comforting bitch.]
Good luck, señorita.
[He finishes his beer and smacks the bottle onto the dressing table. Scrawls Joel a note, just in case, though he seriously doubts he'll see him before morning - gone to watch the show - and heads out, clapping the door shut behind him.]
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Good luck, señorita.
[He finishes his beer and smacks the bottle onto the dressing table. Scrawls Joel a note, just in case, though he seriously doubts he'll see him before morning - gone to watch the show - and heads out, clapping the door shut behind him.]