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[i][b]POKE![/b][/i]

Looking over his shoulder his phone went off and that was odd. No one really texted him. Most people knew he appreciated calls more than texts. Sighing, since he assumed it was a spam number or something. One of those running text types of deals. 

[i][b]POKE![/b][/i]

Taking a second look over his shoulder because that was abnormal. Why was someone texting him right now? Maybe it was one of his officers trying to be funny. He could see it. Looking around in the crowd, he was trying to see if he could spot any of his officers on their phones. There were two almost in the front row and they waved at him. Not seeing any others, he gestured to them to say hi as another [i][b]POKE![/b][/i] rang out in his eyes. 

Fine. Tommy reached into his back pocket and for some reason in that instance, he moved his hand across his other back pocket. Wallet. Wallet… Keys. Wallet. Only wallet and keys. [i]OH GOD. WHERE THE HELL DID THAT LETTER GO!?![/i] Pure panic began to sink into his chest and a wave of hopelessness faded into his existence. It should be there. The letter should be in his back pocket. 

Grabbing his phone and opening it up, his thumb moved across the screen as it unlocked. Reading the texts. Texts from Levi. 

[color=EA7A55]Hey dude, 
Sorry, this is really random, but if you see Stella can you let me know? I have her phone. 
Her and I were drinking, but I didn’t know she was such a lightweight! Miguel told me after. She took off without her phone.[/color]

Why did reading these texts make him feel sick? [i]What the fuck were you planning with Stella, Levi?[/i] his eyes sharpened at his phone and those stormy blue could pierce through anyone. Tommy could feel his blood pressure rise and his breathing became deeper than usual. He could feel himself begin to shake. Those weren’t all of the details. He knew his old friend. There was something that was being left out. [i]That bastard better not have gone after Stella,[/i] his mind was thinking of the worst. Why wouldn’t Levi go after younger girls? Naive. Sweet. Innocent. They didn’t know his games. 

[i]No. Don’t think like that Tommy. Levi wouldn’t do that. Would he? Would he go after Stella…[/i] this was a difficult thought to process. He was unsure. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was trying to calm himself down but he could feel his body heating up from shards of anger. The anger wasn’t all about Stella. It had been shards of anger that have been lingering throughout his body for years. 

[i]You don’t know this man anymore. He became a city boy… They are never up to any good…[/i] Tommy thought to himself and began to send a text. 

— I’ll keep my eyes out, Levi. Don’t come back to town and start breaking all the girls' hearts I care about again… — 

[i]No don't’ send that…[/i] The man erased the words of that text before sending it. 

— [color=66946b]I’ll keep my eyes out, Levi. I better not find her crying.[/color] — [b]SEND[/b] 

Tommy decided this was his time to leave the stage, he walked right off and hopped off the platform, and began to wander around the festival. Find Stella and make sure she is okay. Get the story from her. You trust her. She will tell you what truly happened right? If she tells you at all. He needed to find her to figure things out so he wasn’t mad at Levi for any reason. Through her story, he would figure out if he had a reason or not. Then he had to rush back to Nixie’s house. He must have dropped that letter. He needed to get that letter back. He [i]needed[/i] to get that letter back. 

As the man wandered through the crowd, everyone could see that he was on a mission. He was trying to find his little sister, well, she wasn’t really his little sister but he felt like she was a part of his family. Tommy needed to make sure she was okay. 
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[b]Interaction[/b] Texting Levi [@The Muse]
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