"Ever since I was a young boy, I played the silver ball..."
Tommy Foxe was in a good mood. No, better than good. He was in a great mood. He had job he loved, though frankly happy to have any kind of job at all, and he was getting a free holidy in Spain. Well, technically, it was work, but work with Vanguard Europe was almost as fun as a holiday anyway.
Getting out of the lift, he spied Drake Marshall. Tommy liked Drake, he was funny, and more than slightly henpecked. Tommy loved men who got bossed around by their wives, it made being single seem so much more fun.
"Hey Drake!"
Drake turned, still desperately trying to remember if there was anything he still had to write down. Jessica would not be pleased if he forgot anything. He managed to smile at Tommy as he saw him running towards him.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Just thinking about some shopping Jessica asked me to do before I got home"
"Shopping? You're married to the owner of a major firm and you do your own shopping?"
"Yeah. Apparently Jessica likes that personal touch when buying groceries"
"Well, maybe if you tell them you're Nightwing you can get a special vigilante discount"
Drake couldn't help but grin at Tommy's humour. It wasn't hard to like Tommy, for all he'd yet to really grasp matters such as 'Respect for authority' and 'Not making jokes about Gaunt'.
"I suppose you always get one of those?"
"Nah, I prefer the major businessman discount..."
Drake raised an eyebrow.
"Back on the Siegfried case I wound up impersonating a man named Othello Golpe'. Found that I could get a discount at one or two major stores. Since then I've been doing all my shopping as Mr. Roger McManus, Personal shopper to Mr. Golpe'"
Tommy closed his eyes and shifted forms, into that of a neat, black-haired individual, actually fairly similiar to his usual form if he'd had a good shave and cut his hair.
"Not at all bad..."
