[He'd meant to follow up after. Tommy doesn't get many potential friendlies, let alone friends in general; when he gets a whiff of the guy with the gun he figures he should probably go say hi.
And then the wave of booze hits him. There's a momentary expression of distaste, just because it's so damn strong to his canine nose, but he's spent enough time in a bar that it's manageable. At least it's only one guy. So he strides on over, posture every inch a wannabe-alpha that can't back up the claim, neutral but friendly expression in place, and actually fully dressed this time. Ratty t-shirt and old jeans over well-used boots, but hey. Dressed is dressed, and he's not about to break out the Merlotte's t-shirt yet.]
Yeah, guess that about makes sense.
[The uniform. Explains the gun, explains the fact that he was trying to help, more or less.]
[spam?]
And then the wave of booze hits him. There's a momentary expression of distaste, just because it's so damn strong to his canine nose, but he's spent enough time in a bar that it's manageable. At least it's only one guy. So he strides on over, posture every inch a wannabe-alpha that can't back up the claim, neutral but friendly expression in place, and actually fully dressed this time. Ratty t-shirt and old jeans over well-used boots, but hey. Dressed is dressed, and he's not about to break out the Merlotte's t-shirt yet.]
Yeah, guess that about makes sense.
[The uniform. Explains the gun, explains the fact that he was trying to help, more or less.]
Ship gettin' to you already, I'm guessin'.