Chapter 79 - Home

                                    

                                          
■Previous Chapters: 77, 67, 48, 46, 5, 2, 1
                          
■Corresponding Chapter: 78
                          
*Angst
                          
*Long Chapter
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"Holy shit, Tommy! Get the fuck up! We're going to miss the fucking plane! I gotta call the limo now!" Vince screeches, wide-eyed and frantic, dashing towards the phone, tripping over his own boots that he left in the middle of the living room last night, and face planting on the floor. "Fuck!" is all Vince can say, as he picks himself up off the ground, ignoring bleeding rug burn on his knee and an aching wrist.
                          
Tommy sits up in bed immediately, trying to get his weary eyes to adjust to the clock. It's 10:30am and the plane leaves at 11:20. The limo will take 15 minutes to arrive. The ride to the airport is another 15 minutes or more. And they'll still need to check in and get to the gate. Tommy springs out of bed. He has to pack, but he doesn't need to pack much. He has clothes, and much of everything else he needs at home. He throws an extra T-shirt into his knapsack already full of essentials, and thinks that's good enough. 
                          
Next, to the bathroom to try to make himself look semi-decent for his wife. There's no time for a shower, wishing there was since he and Vince were out last night into the wee hours of the morning at a strip club. He feels the sleaze clinging to himself. While he's stewing about this in his head, Vince comes barging into the bathroom, half naked already from tearing his clothes off as he's dashing around, balancing on one foot to finish pulling off his pants. 
                          
"Out of my way, motherfucker," Vince says, leaping into the shower.
                          
"Seriously, Vince!? Are you nuts? There's no fucking time!"
                          
"I don't have a choice, I smell like sex, and I have dried cum all over me," Vince shouts out over the water.
                          
"Real smart, asshole. You knew we were leaving in the morning," Tommy yells back.
                          
"I didn't think that I'd oversleep! I'm almost done! Fuck! It's fucking everywhere! Dammit! Fuck!" Vince blares, frantically scrubbing his body with soap, letting his hair getting wet under the stream of water, pink tinged water running down from his knee to the drain from the scrape on the carpeting.
                          
"Well, hurry the fuck up," Tommy says, trying to fluff his hair up, over-using hairspray and deodorant to mask any lingering scent, and checking for lipstick smudges around his face and collar, from a few lap dances that landed kisses all over him; broken strip club rules because, who can resist Tommy Lee? 
                          
Vince gets out 2 minutes later, grabbing a towel from the rack, not bothering to wrap it around himself, as he jets off to his bedroom.
                          
Tommy finishes in the bathroom, feeling like he's ready to jet. He looks out the window, and sees the limo has arrived.  
                          
"Limo's here!" Tommy shouts.
                          
"Two fucking minutes. I'm going to leave my hair wet!"
                          
Tommy decides this is a good time to get a quick call in to tell Nikki goodbye. He reaches Bob at the studio, and asks to speak to Nikki. Bob puts Tommy on hold. He buzzes the extension in the room Nikki and Mick are in. Mick answers. 
                          
"Nikki, you have a phone call," Mick says, holding the phone out.
                          
"Who is it? I'm in the middle of fixing this string on my bass."
                          
Mick asks who it is. Bob tells him.
                          
"It's Tommy," Mick says.
                          
Nikki's heart starts beating fast. He wasn't expecting Tommy to call; although he hoped. "Tell Bob one minute. I almost got this," Nikki says, feverishly trying to hook the string around the knob, with shaky hands.